Being Autumn, alternately damp and cold, then dry and warm, I’m on the alert for more weird and wonderful fungi.
These fleshy tree-huggers are new to me. I was taken by the way their lightly frilled skirts droop into points like nippled udders.
I think they are a type of oyster mushroom, Pleurotus ostreatus, which would be edible, but I wouldn’t dare try them.
Perhaps someone will identify them for me.
A few days later, these two isolated individuals showed up on the forest floor. Tomato-red, I think I have tracked them down to be Stropharia aurantiaca.
They don’t have a common name, so Tomato fungi they will be for me.
They aren’t noted as edible, but given my cowardly nature in such matters, I’ll just enjoy their cheery appearance on a bleak day.
For me, common or not, all fungi are magic — sudden appearances, startling colours and shapes, as much appreciated for the surprise, the element of discovery they provide, as for the visual treat.