june 10, 2021

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“If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.” ~ Lucius Seneca


I’ve got a pal in Oklahoma that knows a lot about mushrooms. He often forages for them in the woods surrounding his rural home. Me? I know very little about the varieties, and left to my own devices, I would probably kill myself picking and eating the wrong ones, or take a trip and never leave the house. The point is, I don’t know much about them other than warm, wet soil with plenty of woody nutrients make a happy place for them to grow. We’ve had enough rain and humidity this past week to grow a yard full, and a yard full is exactly what I’ve got. I can’t tell ’em apart but I like them all just the same. They remind me of home.

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