Miss Sadie and the Cowboy like warmish rainy days. I think there are more scents for them to read. I’m not sure—my nose gets stuffy and I can’t smell anything—but they seem to be following a compelling story. They sniff, I look around and take pictures of interesting things, and all of us get home wet and muddy and content.
Pull on your boots and come along. Maybe you can help me identify some of the macrofungi. (I just learned that word. Can you tell? See the useful Forest Service brochure, Field Guide to Common Macrofungi in Eastern Forests and Their Ecosystem Functions.)
These were on the woods path behind the house. The first two examples are different sizes of the same fungus (big ones, with my hand for scale, and smaller ones, attractively disposed among the leaves).
The next examples might be the same thing, but I don’t think so. They were more colorful and more “ruffled.” (How’s that for a sophisticated identification marker?)
Then we went to the swamp. It was beautiful in the rain.
Finally we found the one mushroom I can identify, right on the side of the road. It was a poor thing, well past its prime, but it was the only morel I found this spring, so I brought it home and thought about sautéing it. Then I thought better of that and tossed it out. Wait until next year.