I am a poet and the world is my oyster. I eat it daily. I take my knife, dull but strong, insert it twisting into the shell, and pry the world open. I admire the glistening juicy living contents. A splash of lemon or pepper, I cut it from the shell, tilt the shell to my open mouth. This living glistening world slides into my mouth and I taste it’s salty goodness, it’s raw oysterness, roll it around my tongue and teeth, bite and chew it, and swallow this delicious world. And eye the plate, choosing my next victim.
Taken in 2016, mushrooming with a friend.
Another Falling Angels poem.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: seethe.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: empower.
J and I did not pick these mushrooms. We only picked two kinds, that we were both sure were edible. We must have seen about 15 species or more… I feel empowered to collect mushrooms and eat those we are sure of, but I am going to be very very cautious about others.
And I have had people say that they would never eat a mushroom that someone collected. I know some of the mushroom collectors that sell to our food coop and I trust them. Do we trust things in stores more than our wilderness now? And yet some things in stores are not safe….
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: week.
A week ago tomorrow, I was in the woods hiking and photographing mushrooms.
Mondane Monday #180: fall coral.
These are coral mushrooms. J said he can’t remember which color is edible so we didn’t eat any. We saw yellow and white too. We were on the Tunnel Creek trail in the Olympic National Forest.
Fall coral could be color or coral or …. something else. Message your blog or do a pingback if you want to join! I will list the entries next Monday.
Last Monday was Without words.
KL Allendorfer wrote Wordless Cat, with lots of photographs!
Sometimes in clinic, people say, “It’s natural, so it can’t harm me.”
As we hiked Tunnel Creek yesterday, the forest shifted. We entered a drier section, still in shadow, and saw patches of these black fungi. We enjoyed their creepy beauty and wondered if we were entering a forest of no return. Even though they are natural, we did not touch, nor pick, nor eat these mushrooms.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ring.
We hiked the Tunnel Creek trail yesterday, about 4 miles up and back. Much of it was in shadow at the start, with sun up in the tops of the trees. We reached areas with sun and then it followed us back down the valley. Not all the way, the end was in the dark trees and wet.
We were mushrooming. We saw many more mushrooms than ones that we knew were ok, but it was so beautiful and healing. I love to hike.