I went again on what is becoming a weekly pilgrimage to the church next door. I wonder what passers-by think, seeing me devoutly kneeling there, in the dirt around the parking lot, the entry way, the street front. Praying for ... fungi?
I found more new ones this time, too.
|These were repeats; a cup mushroom, and the grainy domes, which may be young Coprinellus micaceus, a relative of the shaggy manes.|
|Grey ribbed mushrooms, with a tan cap and white stalks.|
|And morels! I've never seen these before. With a perfect new cup for contrast.|
Morels are highly variable, but research shows that it is likely that there are only three species. (Morchella elata, Bill Leithhead's Web Site)
|More morels. There must have been over a hundred in this plot.|
|The cups have gone crazy; they're everywhere, in all sizes and stages of growth or disintegration. This one was a large specimen, crumbling around the lip, but open to show the convoluted brown bottom.|
The morels should be edible, and choice, but I'm not so sure that the trucked-in soil is clean. I don't think I'll risk eating these.