When night rests dark amongst the trees and air falls wet upon the ground, the wild things grow.

Woodland denizens they are, and haters of the light.

They wither in places where sunshine reaches through verdant cover.

Nothing more than creatures of the dark and damp places where we scarcely go.

Finding them is simple if you brave the travel to where wild things grow.

[all photos of brick caps (Hypholoma sublateritium)]