I realize that this is not lichen, but some kind of bracket, fungus, but I am likin’ it.
When I returned to Kilbourne Grove from Barbados this spring, one of the tree stumps in the Flora Glade had become covered with brackets. I happen to think that they are very beautiful, lucky it is not my wine glass rest. We purposely had the other tree cut level(ish) when the tree blew down in a storm, just for that purpose.
See the big slice of tree trunk next to it, another casualty from a storm, but the perfect seat from which I can survey all the weeds.
And that tree next to it, the next to go. There will certainly be no shortage of firewood whenever I want it.
(*This is a phrase we always used to use when I worked at East of Eliza, it described anything ‘woodsy’.)
I am a floral designer living in a tiny condo in downtown Toronto, Canada's largest city. But on the weekend, I am a gardener/frustrated architect trying to keep up with a 3/4 acre garden in Owen Sound, Ontario, a warm (to Canadians, Zone 5b, and a cold (to Americans, Zone 4b) garden.
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