Still in Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest — land of giant, ancient trees that pre-date the very existence of this wonderful land we call home. Tucked under a crevice, near some ivy and not far from a bubbling brook the delicate and exquisite parasol mushroom presents itself…for a day, a week?  The blink of an eye when you stop and look at the trees around you. But does that diminish its beauty?  Not at all.  As a wise person once observed, “It’s not how much time you have but what you do with it.” ☙