In my dream, the boletes begin, inconspicuously, at the north corner of my garden strip and then pop up more insistently, in larger stands, moving in time through the strip, until they explode in a spray of spores at the south end. Yes, it’s Ravel’s Bolero, done in fungi. (Here on YouTube, from the 2014 BBC Proms, the West–Eastern Divan Orchestra conducted by Daniel Barenboim performs the piece. Which I have enjoyed unashamedly since I was a kid, 75 years ago.)
There is a reality behind the dream; as I posted on Facebook yesterday (in an expanded text):
— It’s suddenly warm and humid, so boletes — boletus mushrooms — have sprung up all over my garden. Fungi on the march! (Previously, they’d been a September / October phenomenon, but May seems to work for them too.)
They did appear first at the northern end, right where I can see them from my worktable.
There are, presumably, spores everywhere, spores all over the place, held in a suspended state for years, just waiting for the right conditions to sprout into fruiting fungal bodies.
(No, they don’t actually explode, just shrivel up and release their spores as they disappear from view.)