Sadly they are not edible, due to having gills (allegedly). So I have no useful reason for loving them, or for making this post.
Living in the suburbs of London, I should probably be giving a shit about my lawn and dealing with them... But actually I just think that they are quite beautiful. I love thinking about the fairy tales and myths surrounding them and I love imagining the epic, towering cities of mycelium below the surface, following the contours of the tree stump's old, dead roots.
Bloody hippy.
4 comments:
you might as well leave them as there's nothing that can get rid of them.
we have occasional mushrooms on our lawn (brought in with the new turf we got last year) and as I am slightly paranoid about my children eating them, I have to pick them as soon as they appear.
early summer sees me walking round the garden, bent over, peering at the grass for incipient mushroom infestation. doesn't half hurt my ancient back, you know :(
I think they look lovely!
stumbled across your blog - I think they look lovely as well. It's nice to know that fearies are visiting eh?
Rowan: Thanks for the advice. I'm glad we can't do anything about them as now I can make my laziness look like deliberate thought. You're clearly not playing enough garden football if your mushrooms are even remotely intact. My sisters are mush almost instantly. :-)
Pungsnoted and Freudian Dream: Thank you for the support. They are indeed lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed them until they started withering and leaving me with just the bald patch again. Those fairies eat a lot of grass, they must be having a hell of a party.
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