Traversing the upward elevation of Grandma’s Road, I saw what I took to be a tomato. From above it really did look just like a tomato hidden in the leaf matter, but being a complete amateur in life, I failed to take that particular important photo. Instead, I jumped off my steed to only look with my amateur eyes.

Of course, it wasn’t a tomato at all, just one of the endless varieties of weird looking mushrooms that appear briefly then disappear like the darkness at dawn.