Lately, I've noticed a new crop of earth tongues fruiting in the woods at Howarth Park. They're quite a bit larger than those I saw in February and their caps are magnificently distorted. They seem to be very happy Trichoglossum hirsutum. Their velvety stems are covered with fine hairs that you can only see under magnification---well, maybe you could see them without, but I can't. They're deep, deep black in color and I get a thrill every time I see one. Or two. They're usually the last of the fungi before spring arrives in earnest. I'm going to miss seeing mushrooms and earth tongues, but wildflowers are blooming and trees are leafing out. Ground squirrels are sitting on rocks with their faces pointed at the sun. I've heard and seen several hummingbirds swoop straight out of the sky with a sharp popping sound, while wooing their potential mates. The grass is tall and growing taller each day. There are so many ticks waiting in that tall grass that Chloe and I are sticking more to the trails. It's really spring! I find myself happy to wear fewer layers of clothing when I go out walking. Today my fingers were warm while I drew and the sun beat down warm enough to keep Chloe comfortable, for a change, while I drew the last fungi of the season. I think I could get used to this, at least for a while.