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This little one was nearby in the wood chips. I rested the cap on a plastic sheet and it left a deep brown spore print. I believe this is Leratiomyces ceres, I’m just afraid that I’m influenced by a certain bias because the common name of L. ceres is redlead roundhead. 

redlead roundhead. 
redlead roundhead. 
redlead roundhead. 

I’ve been chanting this out loud these last few days, I think it’s the funniest thing.

Fungus Love

Let me be your honeytuft, your candle snuff,
your pompom, tinder, hoof. Let me wrap
my butter cap around you. Be my sugar, quench
your thirst. Say tremella mesenterica, I’ll be
your exoskeleton. When raindrops fall in scarlet cups
or ruffle fine-toothed rims, our spores will rise
from coronets, touch silverwood and beetle’s legs–
track ways of our scent. From mitosis to meiosis
let’s hyphae proliferate, then say apple scab
and vomit slime, because it’s not all chanterelles, 
it’s dead man’s fingers, stinkhorn, stem rot, rust, and peach leaf curl. 
Let’s praise it all, but especially death, the stew of our saccharine walls. 
Without leaf waste, mote of ant husk, carrion and dung, 
there’d be no symbiosis, no mycorrhizal love. Our fruiting bodies
wake the dead, the dead from which we’ve sprung. 

-Donna Kane

from Unfurled: Collected Poetry from Northern BC Women, edited by Debbie Keahey

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Some golden milkcaps (Lactarius alnicola) which have bonded with the oak trees near my apartment. They exude a white milky fluid that is said to taste extremely peppery! 

Since I’m rebellious and fairly skeptical other people’s palates, I licked the milk to see if that was true - and it was very, very peppery… 

Milou said they resemble bagels, I would have to agree.