The mostly mild weather this season has made for some fantastic fungal displays all over my little corner of Pennsylvania (or at least everywhere I've poked around).
Hawk Mountain was loaded not only with mycological goodies this weekend, but also about two seasons worth of weather -- damp, cold winds whipping around in between bursts of bone-thawing sunshine; dark stormy skies one minute followed by miles of clear blue the next; and lichen blooms, tiny jelly fungi, and emerging spring green vegetation all somehow cohabiting with winter's barren branches, and iced-over puddles and bogs.