If I could eat all the mushrooms sprouting up on the lawn at the lake and in the woods, I'd never have to buy mushrooms again!
Unfortunately, as I told Rick, there are three options with the mushrooms in the yard -- they either will taste great and be fabulous in soups, stews and sauces; they'll send us on a magical mushroom trip, the kind not seen since the 60s, or we'll be dead as a doornail by dessert.
Needless to say, they are my eye candy, not my snack!
They pop up every day -- more than the day before and they change, too.
Look at these, with the interesting texture. They're quite beautiful.
This is that same patch, the next morning. You wouldn't recognize them.
I was on my walk and it started to rain -- nothing much, just a sprinkle, but it looked threatening.
So, I decided to cut through the woods where at least the tree cover would keep me dry.
I haven't been in the woods in years for a walk. There are paths, most cut, I suspect, by ORVs or cross country skiers, though I've not seen any to be sure. There is a swamp attached to the woods, so you have to be careful where you walk.
I did pretty well, and I enjoyed the cover of the woods.
Until I ran out of path options. I found myself in a mossy area, which was pretty squishy!
The moss is interesting. Most is bright green, even now.
But this was a rather vibrant red.
It is a bit of a "magic land" out there these days, with changes from morning to evening. I imagine little fairies or forest people who find shelter in these mushroom houses!
I did get "out of the woods" and back home.
Dry, and delighted for taking the route!