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.

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

they are quaint looking aren't they? Not my favourite to eat either...

The Crow said...

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.

:)