This is the time of year I notice there are a lot of mushrooms. The interesting thing is that what we think of as mushrooms, only last for a day or two. The mushroom above ground is the “fruit” phase in the life of the mushroom. Most of the time the mushroom lives underground, and comes above ground only to repopulate and provide an umbrella for magical woodland creatures.
This year I decided to photograph some of the mushrooms, all of which I assume are very dangerous to eat. There is a local club that not only picks mushrooms, but also has a dinner where everyone makes a dish with their harvest. I’m just going to stick to photography for now.
Categories: new hampshire
When my neighbor (who grew up in the Belgian Congo and Chicago) knew her mother was coming and thought she would expect extensive knowledge of the local flora, she and her husband quickly named all the plants in their yard. Yellow malarkey, they found out later, was known to the rest of us as forsythia, and so on.