Instead of heading back to the garden to pull weeds, like a good girl should have done, I went mushroom picking. I was heading to Frank's favourite spot, on the East side of the dugout. I look back towards the dugout and the house. Ah, I just thought it warranted a photo. It didn't turn out to bad, eh?
Back to mushroom picking.
I was after these little beauties. Boletes. We have picked and ate alot of these this summer. The past few years have not been kind to our favourite past-time of foraging for Boletes. But this past month with all the rain, has really made these babies pop their heads up.
After cleaning them all--need to cut out the wormy bits--some will get fried with supper and the others I can. I will show you in another post how I do it.
Little Bear came mushroom picking with me.
I found a few of these mushrooms growing everywhere. I looked in my book but I can't figure out kind of 'shroom it is. If any of you have an idea, please let me know.