It’s been a wetter December than we expected, and I suddenly realized we have mushrooms in the back yard.
These aren’t small mushrooms, either – they’re mostly about the size of my hand. I think those are the remains of the daylilies they’re invading.
We think they may be growing on a root left over from the liquid amber tree the neighbors cut down a few years ago.
I like mushrooms, actually. Means we have a healthy yard.
Mmmm, those look tasty. Or poisonous. Only one way to know for sure: make a soup out of them and feed them to Clint Eastwood.
What have you got against Clint Eastwood?? Actually, given the risks, I only eat mushrooms from the grocery store, which I assume have been cleared by an expert. I’ll just admire these, thanks.