Gibbo ate these for lunch, after I'd photographed them a hundred times (well, maybe 7 or 8 times). They smelt delicious and took me back to the Greenbank days when we'd all head off to the sheep yards with a colander and bone handled butter knife to see who could a) find the biggest mushroom and b) find the most; then we'd eat them cooked in lots of butter. It was so exciting back then and I smiled as I sniffed these ones today - you can never forget the smell of a REALLY GOOD MUSHROOM.
This little sucker is one of the pests that decimates the white cedar trees.
1 comment:
Beautiful photos.
What's your camera?
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