Invaders

When George and I set out for a walk with Stella, I pointed out this mushroom invasion on the lawn. 

It didn't seem to make much of am impression. But when we passed them again on the way back, his interest seemed to have grown: what kind were they? Were they edible? Would they taste good?

I started to tell him what I thought, but he cut me off. 

"Doesn't matter. I hate mushrooms anyway." 

Thanks son, I do enjoy these little chats.