Ah, the joys of soggy climates. Fall is mushroom season around here. You might have noticed me saying a word or two about it. I might be saying a word or two more in the next day or so. Not only are they positively rife around here, but symbolically, they’re seasonally appropriate. This time, Samhain, Halloween, is supposedly when the barrier between our world and the next is thinnest, and our beloved dead are most nearly within reach. What more appropriate symbol than things that thrive on rot and decay?
Anyway. There’s a mycological society here, and we went to their show, and it was awesome. All specimens picked in the vicinity.