Like mushrooms in rain
The middle school called today to say that there was a power line down across the road and the school bus would not be taking Peaches home. So, I took off from work right after lunch, picked up the Babygoddess and went to collect her sister. We drove home the long way, via the llama road. The girls were excited to see the llamas, and much comment was made about their diet.
"They're eating some green stuff."
"Green stuff?"
"Hay, maybe."
"Was it hay?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it very well."
"Gross. I'm going to ask a cow what it eats."
We got home to discover that power had never been out at our house. I'm suspicious about the whole power line story.
While Peaches did her homework, Babygoddess and I went outside and looked for stuff to do. There was a tree washed up on one of the ledges of our gabion wall and I got the bright idea of hauling it up out of the creek. I tied a rope to the trunk and tried just pulling, but it was hung up on some of the basket wires and Babygoddess has not yet reached her pinnacle of strength. I climbed down and heaved the trunk around, and eventually we wrestled the tree up onto our little strip of dirt.
That was cool, but then we looked at the trunk and discovered some little tiny white mushrooms growing out of the bark. How cool! Peaches had finished her homework and she fetched down the magnifying glass. I brought out the mushroom book and after some peering and a lot of page flipping, I figured we have spotted a Pinwheel Marasmius, Marasmius rotula. The caps are tiny, perhaps 5 to 7 millimeters across, and the stalks are as white as the caps. This makes me suspicious of the identification, since the book says that the rotula stalks are black, but everything else fits. One interesting note is that this mushroom is in season from May through October but, "...revives with rain and seems to appear overnight in the wet morning woods."
I don't know what I'm going to do with the tree (other than keep it from becoming part of the dam that's accreting downstream). There's a fellow up the road who builds things out of found wood; maybe we can trade him this tree for something.
"They're eating some green stuff."
"Green stuff?"
"Hay, maybe."
"Was it hay?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it very well."
"Gross. I'm going to ask a cow what it eats."
We got home to discover that power had never been out at our house. I'm suspicious about the whole power line story.
While Peaches did her homework, Babygoddess and I went outside and looked for stuff to do. There was a tree washed up on one of the ledges of our gabion wall and I got the bright idea of hauling it up out of the creek. I tied a rope to the trunk and tried just pulling, but it was hung up on some of the basket wires and Babygoddess has not yet reached her pinnacle of strength. I climbed down and heaved the trunk around, and eventually we wrestled the tree up onto our little strip of dirt.
That was cool, but then we looked at the trunk and discovered some little tiny white mushrooms growing out of the bark. How cool! Peaches had finished her homework and she fetched down the magnifying glass. I brought out the mushroom book and after some peering and a lot of page flipping, I figured we have spotted a Pinwheel Marasmius, Marasmius rotula. The caps are tiny, perhaps 5 to 7 millimeters across, and the stalks are as white as the caps. This makes me suspicious of the identification, since the book says that the rotula stalks are black, but everything else fits. One interesting note is that this mushroom is in season from May through October but, "...revives with rain and seems to appear overnight in the wet morning woods."
I don't know what I'm going to do with the tree (other than keep it from becoming part of the dam that's accreting downstream). There's a fellow up the road who builds things out of found wood; maybe we can trade him this tree for something.
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