Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 9 October 2009
Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.
Shaggy ink caps push their quaint tall domes up through wet grassy weeds. I leave them to it, they are watery and tasteless, and I don't feel like mushrooms anyway.
Your post reminds me of a grade-school project when I was 9 or 10 - we made spore prints, using mushroom caps on white paper, left overnight. Seemed a bit like magic the next morning.
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they are quaint looking aren't they? Not my favourite to eat either...
Your post reminds me of a grade-school project when I was 9 or 10 - we made spore prints, using mushroom caps on white paper, left overnight. Seemed a bit like magic the next morning.
:)
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