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There have been some who thought my photography was "horse manure" so this one if for them. Brooklyn had its tree, Missouri has its mushroom.

The weather has reached drought proportions in my part of the world, but Mother Nature proved anything can grow on the hot asphalt. The Amish proved they can grow anything, anywhere with this contribution from one of their horses. It was over 100 degrees this day and I could have cracked an egg and had a fried egg with the mushrooms, but I passed on the Amish Omelet.

My grandsons and their playmates thought I had lost it when I started taking a photo of a pile of horse crap, but it wasn't long before some of them were taking pictures with their cell phones. The scene was in the road that separates my house and the funeral home. It turned into a Fly By Hard Rock Cafe. That was the buzz anyway. Enjoy.