My goodness! Well, not exactly goodness. These popped up over two days. Last year there was one mushroom growing out of the rotting wood and cracking paint of the rail on the steps up to my portion of this old house. One of my mushroom hunter-gatherer brothers warned that mushrooms growing in those conditions are inedible, most likely poisonous. They’re pretty, though I noted last year that none of the local critters touched the one on the rail and it eventually disappeared with time, rain and wind. This year … there’s three. See the little baby?