Love and fungus

M. and I went mushrooming today in the Wets. The local news had carried the story of yet another lost mushroom hunter, so she kept reminding me that she had no sense of direction and it was my job to get us back to the Jeep.

We found a couple of good king boletes and also a patch of "Hawk's wing," Sarcodon imbricatus.

It was a new mushroom to us, but I sat down on a stump, whipped out my copy of Mushrooms of Colorado and decided that it would be OK.

Still, before tasting the main dish tonight at supper, I lifted my fork to M. and said, "I want you to know that I always loved you."

"Have some more mushrooms," she replied.

That's how we keep the magic in our marriage.

Mushrooms