On July 10th, hiking home from town, Michelle and Aly spotted a mushroom on the high trail. The next day I went up to take a look. Sure enough—misshapen, with a huge, distorted stem and tiny head turned completely upside down, but fat and healthy, there was our first king bolete of the season.
A king bolete from a past autumn (Photo: Mark Zeiger).
Monday Michelle and I wandered down the beach to the cliff that more or less delineates the southern boundary of our property. Michelle has a project that required a piece of driftwood of a certain shape, and I tagged along for company. When we got down there, we saw something that caused me to hail Aly, who sat on the veranda, reading in the sun. I called to her to come down to us, and bring buckets. The south wild currant patch was ripe, ready for harvesting. Continue reading
