Mushrooms
We live a few hundred yards from the Pacific Ocean, close enough to breathe the salty air, feel the many sea breezes, and hear the ocean’s nightly roar. We are surrounded by low forested land, open wetland and sea-pine dotted fields of waving dune grass.
Each fall, and specially in 2023, the ground seems suddenly to erupt with all variety of mushrooms, invisible one day, fully blossomed the next! For me, it represents a natural marvel, an esthetic rush, but for others, a chance to name, count and, perhaps for the daredevils, to gather for a culinary adventure. I am a scientist, even a zoologist, but I am not a mycologist. Hence, as natural objects of curiosity and esthetics, my mushrooms remain un-picked and un-captioned.
