Tree-Hug on July 19

A shaggy grandfather hickory tree-hug this morning.

Soft green moss-mittens at the entrance of a tree-hollow.  I wonder who lives there.

Perhaps the bark-couple holding hands are headed down for a visit.

The stream nearby was full and rushing loudly after all the rain.

White coral fungus was popping up.

And a Two-colored Bolete caught my eye on the trail. Pay attention to where your senses lead you in nature.  Be open and curious.  Learning never ends.  💚 Peace