This was an amazing sight to me the other day when I walked into the back forty. It has been COLD for the past week and it was more than unexpected to see mushrooms growing. The photograph doesn’t really do justice to how beautiful they are. They are iridescent, like a pot of gold by a stump. They glowed on a cold, overcast day.
These mushrooms are called Honey Mushrooms (Armillaria mellea). I had to ask my sister for a direction in identification and after a little research found a great description on The 3 Foragers.
As beautiful as they are the thought of cooking and eating them never crossed my mind. The extent of my foraging is stumbling upon mushrooms of some sort, looking them up to see what they are and moving on. “Mushrooms are poisonous” was drilled into my childhood brain. Even mushroom foragers have a saying – there are bold mushroom hunters, and there are old mushroom hunters — there are no old, bold mushroom hunters.
Words to live by.