O tempora, O mores.
So there it was, a beautiful red-cap mushroom, both complementing and contrasting with the grass in which it sat.
The following day we saw it again, this time with a slightly flatter top, but still showing off its beauty for all to see.
And then, just a couple of days later, after heavy rain that was sending cascades of water down the nearby track, we saw the remains of this thing of beauty: only the stem was left.
Homo quasi herba dies eius sicut flos agri sic florebit
quia spiritus pertransiit eum et non subsistet et non cognoscet eum ultra locus eius…
Ps 102 (103):15-16