Apricot scented symbols of love??
Would I have believed that a mushroom could smell like an apricot? Perhaps not before I first found these golden friends pushing up from beneath the ground cover two years ago about this time. We are considering the title “Chanterelle Slope” for the East facing, fern covered, wooded hillside where these queens of the edible mushroom world appear during moist late summer spells.
Call me sappy, but I can’t separate the perfect wedding we were at this past weekend (our dear friends Luke Fannin and Amber Kling) with the orbs that literally glow gold in the forest undergrowth–they are like the pure love we witnessed at the couple’s union.
LOVE or Chantrelle in human form?
And check out this Chanterelle in the form of a Flower Girl:
Chanterelle in the form of a Flower Girl
On our forage yesterday, we also found fresh Oysters and what I believe to be a Laccaria ochropurpurea, but we didn’t cook that latter one up because I haven’t taken its spore print yet. The spores are supposed to be lavender colored! Now what metaphor can I make up about that?
