Foraging

I saw their reflection before I saw them, strolling downhill toward the beach, baskets in hand.  The "Foragers of Morgan Steep" had walked Abbo's Alley, visited their plot at the Community Gardens, and now headed toward home via Lake Cheston, where they'd look for more of the same: edible mushrooms.

I envy their certainty and knowledge.  Funghi in the wild I leave in the wild, as I don't know good from bad.

But do know beautiful. 

Marilyn tipped her basket for my lens, and suddenly the whole  collection -- tomato, mushroom, spider, tiny snail -- shone. 

No fool's gold this!