“Hmm, this is interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” My aunt asks.
I point at the mushrooms on the ground. I have hiked this trail every spring for the past 4 years – alone or with someone – yet, I have never seen any mushrooms on the forest floor. I’m a pretty observant person so I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t miss a clump of mushrooms on the ground.
“Mushrooms shows up on damp ground that’s rich in organic matter.” I say. I should know. I have mushrooms sprouting in my garden each time it rained for the last few months, especially since I put in some new soil.
“Do you think it’s edible? Do you think I should pick some and take it home to eat?”
Does she ever think about anything beside food? I don’t even know why she’s tagging along. She hates hiking and she walks slower than someone in their 80’s. Even my grandma walked faster than her.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you. It might be poisonous.”
Mushroom – Image by KL Caley
A little back story to this fictitious piece of work- after replacing the soil in my garden beds with bagged garden soil a few months ago, mushrooms began sprouting each time it rained (which it’s not often). It turned out mushrooms grow in nutrient-rich damp soil. Good to know my soil is nutrient-rich.
Also, my aunt is indeed this type of person. I took her on a hike once and she brought a plastic bag with her to pick wild dandelions along the trail. She’s not that old, just acts old.