I photographed these mushrooms when I was walking in one of my favorite woods recently. They were growing at the base of an old poplar tree – dozens upon dozens of mushrooms, all around the roots.
What’s your least favorite memory of eating mushrooms?
Have you ever seen mushrooms growing in the wild? Have you ever been tempted to pick and eat them?
Mushrooms often seem magical because they appear to grow from nothing. What else do you wish grew like mushrooms?
“The caps _________”