Magic

My mother told me she had to take me to see this cool thing down the street so Jade and I went. She showed us this tree on Ruth Street where this mushroom had grown out of it. She had been walking the dog and found it so neat to see some of nature in such a concrete world. So I took the picture and scrapbooked it. Again, simple and plain; but appropriate. It seemed magical that they could appear without anyone noticing them. They were so white and pure and fun to see.