After spending yesterday morning in my sewing room, I decided to spend the afternoon out-of-doors. Autumn weather will not be with us forever, and these lovely days will soon be a memory.
Always up for a hike, Bobby trotted along with us.
If you've been around here for a while, you know that I have a fascination for mushrooms. I love foraging for the mushrooms that grow on our land that I know (beyond the shadow of a doubt) are edible. In the spring there are always morel mushrooms and in the autumn I find hen of the woods. However, yesterday, I was lucky to find what I think are oyster mushrooms.
They were growing on a rotting logs... as oysters do. They have all of the characteristics that I have read about. Without someone who is an expert at mushroom identification to help me, though, I am going to forgo eating these. (Which makes me a little sad, because they are supposed to be wonderfully delicious... but there's that old saying... "There are no OLD mushroom hunters." Supposedly because they are all dead from eating the wrong mushrooms!)
Still, it's fun to "know" what type they are and to...