The weather has been near perfect for mushroom hunting in Mayberry woods. Plenty of rain, cool night temps, daily highs not so high, yet my memory is poor so I am pleasantly surprised each spring when the fungi appear. I awoke yesterday to a ground swell everywhere we mulched last fall. I immediately invited my bride to share our bounty. She rained on my parade. Had I better memory I would have remembered we had this discussion last year as well.
"What do you know about mushrooms?", she inquired. "Not a damn thing, nor I don't particularly like eating mushrooms." The conversation went downhill from there. Supposedly there are a trillion or so varieties of mushrooms. Some you can eat, some will make you ill, some will drop you dead.
Unless you know EXACTLY what you are doing, it is best to leave wild mushrooms alone, the penalty for poor performance is great while the markup at the neighborhood farmers market isn't so high as to be off putting. And it's good to have someone else to blame.
Welcome spring.
Toad
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