Unearthed: Mushrooms Thriving in Summer Storms

Unseen Connections Beneath the Surface

We had a dry winter, followed by a drier spring. By summer, it was hot, the ground was baking and the lakes were lower than ever. Then, by the grace of Freyr, it rained. All through the mountains, mushrooms of red, purple, green, and beige unearthed themselves in quiet celebration. Rejoicing.

On a humid afternoon, I walk among them, appreciating these unique woodland inhabitants, distinctly aware that I’m only seeing a small part of a much larger whole. Beneath my feet, the forest is alive.

A mycelial network thrives under the surface, creating connections among trees. They share nutrients, fungus to tree, conifer to conifer. Saplings benefit from their mature brethren, and plants warn each other of danger. A connection, ancient and mysterious. Unseen.

A cool breeze brings with it more rain, and I huddle among the evergreens for shelter. The birds embrace each other, steadfast against the storm. I lean against an elderly pine, listening to the leaves whisper to the wind and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the forest floor. I close my eyes and breathe. Smiling.

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