Yes, there are mushrooms growing in my driveway.
She didn’t believe me – she had to see for herself, my friend Susan, who lives in an Atlanta neighborhood where most everything is nice and tidy, with no mushrooms growing in anyone’s driveway.
When I brought her out to see them – brown, fleshy buttons, pushing through the black asphalt like crowning infant heads – she pushed down on the soft top of one with her finger, exclaiming, “It IS a mushroom – how can a mushroom be strong enough to do this?”
She looked around at all of the holes surrounded by black chunks of broken driveway – a real mess in her eyes.
“Pour vinegar on them,” she said. “That’ll stop them from growing.”
But I don’t want to stop them from growing – does that make me crazy? (And if so, who cares?)
The fact is, those mushrooms give me strength and hope each day I drive past them. Because if a mushroom can push through concrete, by golly, any one of us is capable of unbounded strength and greatness.