Colorful curly fungi stands out against the dark bark of a dying tree in the forest. It is recycling the old tree for the forest. And it is icky and intriguing at the same time.
As much as it’s a shame to the old tree go, I realize that forest reuses its resources and recycles with fungi help. New trees are growing near the old one, and eventually will grow tall and take its place. Will I remember this old tree in a few years from now as a I walk past the young growing ones? I don’t know.
But for now as I pass by the old one, I look up to see how tall its grow in the forest in its lifetime and how quietly it passes.