Monday, October 3, 2011
Crazy, mad life
I've been busy. That's why nothing new posted here for a couple of months.
There was work, the garden, the dog, vacation, canning, pickling, zucchini marmalade, eggplant parmigiana, cabbage.
Well, you get the picture.
Crazy, mad stuff.
But I'd been meaning to write about my latest endeavor: learning to identify mushrooms.
There have been so many mushrooms popping up for weeks and weeks around the yard and in the woods where I walk the dog every day that my head can't keep track of them all. It has been an education just seeing all the different forms and either being grossed out or fascinated - or both.
I found a book while on vacation, an Audubon guide to mushrooms that has helped immeasurably. But I still have managed to identify maybe three kinds for sure. It has been nature's equivalent of throwing down the gauntlet at me: You cannot identify all of these.
I can only try. Otherwise, I am just enjoying how cute most of them are, popping up wherever they want.
And then I get to ponder the unponderables, such as the concept that the plant is all underground, living its life, only sending up a mushroom when conditions are ripe to reproduce.
Check out the column if you want to read more. And let me know if you recognize any of the pictures. I'd love to know what it was.