Walking down the lane towards the gate one day this week, I thought I saw a large brass button lying amongst the wind blown drifts of oak twigs and leaves. Not a nice shiny button, you understand, but a brass button that had lain there for a while – long enough to acquire a colourful patina of verdigris.
I cleared away a little of the debris to open a less obstructed view and my brass button turned into a mushroom, or perhaps, my brass button turned into a toadstool. I know they are both a fungus, but this was such a bright shiny blue that I hesitated to affix that slightly unsavoury label to it. However, on careful consideration, I had to admit to myself, that the thought of this morel as a savoury morsel sat uncomfortably on the appetite.
Now, as you are well aware, it’s not what you know, but who you know in this world, that makes the difference. Google and I are, if not friends, at least, nodding acquaintances. However, when it comes to the various varieties of fungus, Google, really, doesn’t have a clue.