Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Eyes on the ground.

   At the edges of the woods the leaves are turning.  Yellow leaves sit on the mossy ground and trick even the most discerning eye into seeing tiny, golden chanterelle mushrooms growing just a few steps away.

Deep in the woods, though, things are greener, and that's where the most mushrooms can be found, dotting the old logging roads, or standing alone in the shadows. 

 In the small clearings small folk still bask in the sun...

... and stretch their wings before the colder days ahead.

Wandering away from the others deep in the shady green of the woods, the day begins to feel like a dream or perhaps a long underwater swim.  Who can tell how much time passes before a far off call comes from the others, before it is necessary to break a shortcut through the undergrowth, gathering bouquets of twigs in my hair?

We ate chanterelles at every meal for a week after our little foraging expedition.

(Sorry for the ugly kitchen floor, but renters can't be choosers, I guess.) 

Our arms were heavy with our harvest.  We sat down on the grass and sorted them, a friend telling us which ones to cook together, which ones needed the skin removed before eating, and saving us from a poisonous one that snuck in somehow.
So it was chanterelles with scrambled eggs for breakfast, and in soups, in sauces, on toast, with potatoes... every way you could possibly eat them, we ate them.  Luckily, it is almost impossible to get tired of anything so delicious, and fragrant as chanterelles (they smell like apricots).

Garlands of drying mushrooms

We dried the rest for later. 

A lively topiary hedge we found on the way to the woods.

   So, in between the busyness and bouts of maybe-moving madness, we've been having a little bit of a wild mushroom obsession over here, pouring over mushroom books in the evening and making spore prints and things.  But the best source of knowledge of all comes from friends that have been picking mushrooms in the woods with their families their whole lives.  Lucky us to have friends like that!

   And whenever this blustery rain moves off, I'll take some photos of the tiny etchings I mentioned in my last post so I can share them with you, now that they are finished.  I hope September is treating you well!


  1. These round pools of water in the rocks mirroring the tree in the sky ... so beautiful, so powerful ... like the eye of a Being holding all beings on earth ... thank you :-)

  2. Ah, that last photo! Pure art!