Fragrant chanterelle (Craterellus odoratus) in cow pasture. Sarasota, Florida
Faithful readers know of my love affair with fungi. In the summer of 2013, in the hills of North Carolina, there was a bounty of mushrooms, brought on by abundant rains and a rain forest environment. The colors and shapes captured my imagination and my camera captured their images.
Here in Florida we have mushrooms too, of course. Fungi exists everywhere, even in Antarctica where more than 20 varieties have been found. This particular variety is, I believe, a Fragrant Chanterelle (Craterellus odoratus). About 2″ in height, it was emerging in a cow pasture where there is LOTS of fertilizer for these artful creations of nature. ❧
Chanterelle mushrooms on Fawn Hill. ❧
Mushrooms are generally thought of as delicate and fleshy, two traits that do not seem to suggest a wintery existence. But these two little fellows have poked their heads up through the stones near the koi pond in my neighbor’s yard. The taller of the two is about the same length as my house key, or about two inches. We have had cold weather here, with temperatures in the teens for consecutive nights. But these troopers seem to relish it. Similarly the lichen and many of the mosses have pushed forth with tremendous growth during these early weeks of winter.
Sorry I can’t provide an identification at this time. Perhaps a reader can contribute that information. ❧
Reportedly it has been a bumper-crop-year for mushrooms in western North Carolina. Lucky me! A few days ago I posted Little Helmets, lovely white fungi that are about 2cm in height (about 3/4″). Today I present a 20+cm beauty, a Shaggy Mane (Coprinus comatus) discovered along the road to Wayah Bald. Remarkably these two mushrooms are in the same family (Inky Cap or Coprinus)! But they certainly present differently. The Little Helmets were all clustered together near a woodpile. The Shaggy Mane stood in solitary splendor at a hairpin curve on Wyaha Bald Road. ☙
Yesterday’s post, Little Helmets, showed the mature mushroom. Here you can see them being born, the “petals” unfolding in the afternoon sun. ☙
Another aptly named mushroom. These are Little Helmets. Dozens of them poked their heads through the moss on Sunday, September 29th. By yesterday, October 2nd, there was nary a trace of them. But they are sweet. I was able to get several good shots and will post one or two more. To give you an idea of how little the Little Helmets are, here is a second image showing my setup of the shot. The Little Helmets are the white spots in front of the camera, about 2-3 cm in height. ☙
Still in Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest — land of giant, ancient trees that pre-date the very existence of this wonderful land we call home. Tucked under a crevice, near some ivy and not far from a bubbling brook the delicate and exquisite parasol mushroom presents itself…for a day, a week? The blink of an eye when you stop and look at the trees around you. But does that diminish its beauty? Not at all. As a wise person once observed, “It’s not how much time you have but what you do with it.” ☙