As I sat in Centennial Woods today the weather was high 50s with clear skies. I heard distant bird chirping, loud planes flying overhead, and water rippling in front of me. I saw the trees surrounding me and the leaves and roots beneath my feet. I smelled fresh outside air.
My chosen spot felt like a new space this time I visited. There were less species of fungi present and less abundance overall of fungi. The ground was dier this visit with a bit less moss coverage. The overstory, although not changed much had less pine needles on the trees and the understory had less fern abundance.
The spot I sat in is in the middle of the image where the word “Trail” is written.
