Saturday … a hunt for toadstools and mushrooms.

I don’t get too excited about the countryside; never quite got it!  I suppose it relates back to my childhood in the post war days; when we lived close to nature.  We were as children exposed to the elements with its hardship and discomfort; not always seeing the colour and the glory.  

Of course know I have developed a liking towards rural things and can even wax lyrical about trees, birds, and fields.  

Except mushrooms and toadstools; I have seen them growing in dank dark places; in corners of woods and fields.  I have even picked some and eaten them for breakfast and they are delicious.  But, I have never seem them as pretty as those seen in picture books.  I have rarely seen more than one or two in a clump never in a pretty circle.  I saw one last week and photographed it but it was not much more than a beige blob.  I have seen fungi but that also doesn’t exude aesthetic pleasure.   So you can imagine I have given up looking for pixies and fairies dancing around looking pretty.

So in preparation for my exhibition tomorrow I thought might get excited about a toadstool and the type I haven’t seen yet.