The Forest Has Changed

The hurricane swept through Sunday.  We finally got power back yesterday afternoon.  I'm not even back to work yet, they still don't have power, either.  So I've been spending even more time out back in the woods.  Most of what fell was already dead, but we lost a huge elm, a pine, and a big limb off a red maple.  I've been trying to clean up the maple, because it landed on a smaller elm and trapped it bent over.

I'm going to keep a slice of the maple for a frame to make a drum, and I've heard that the bark can be used for dyeing.  I also have plans for some wood beads.

Devastation

Apparently the edge of our property is a major drainage ditch for the town, and with the hurricane on the way they decided to come and clean it out...  I came home from work yesterday to find a giant empty patch of dirt where our bushes, honey locusts, black walnut, blackberry, nightshade, and mullein had been.  Just the tire tracks from heavy machinery and strangers' footprints were left, with the odd stray wood chip.  All the way around the side and into the swamp!  They hacked down a big section of the grapes, and the goldenrod was trampled.  It's horrible.  And so stupid.  The dirt's just going to wash out, it's on the side of a hill.  And the road will go right after.

I'm not in a good place right now.

It's not the season for it, but I'm going to see if I can find some wildflower seed mixes to throw out there.  Maybe I can use the cleared area to build something, maybe a chicken coop or a greenhouse or bee hives or a fish pond.  Silver lining, right?

Managing Not to Poison Myself

I emerged from the woods with a pair of treasures: a little bolete mushroom, that I'd originally gone out looking for, and a bonus chunk of chicken mushroom.

I started by peeling the orange off the top of the chicken mushroom, and scraping the pores off the underside from the bolete. It smelled really fantastic.  The taste was a little disappointing, not bad just a little bit sour.  I ate both of them raw, which apparently isn't recommended, but the chicken mushroom was actually pretty good.  I'll have to give our boletes another try, and next time figure out a way to cook them.

Bolete Homework, Part II

This is my second attempt to follow along with Ms. Graveyard Dirt's mushroom lesson.

We had a decent rain Sunday night, so I set back out on Monday to hunt the wild bolete.  I did some reading after my first expedition, and discovered that the neon yellow fungus I'd decided couldn't possibly be edible was in fact chicken of the woods, so I planned to make my way back to the other end of the woods where I found it, and hoped it was still there.

I found a lot more mushrooms overall this trip, but almost all were the regular gilled mushrooms, and most had been made meals of by the time I got to them.

Late to supper.

I started off looking around in the area where I'd seen that first bolete a while back.  What I found instead were what I think are puffballs.  After no sign of the elusive bolete, I started making my way back to where I saw the chicken mushroom, keeping my eyes on the ground.

Can I eat this?

Lichen?  Fungus?  Lichen-covered fungus?

Up the hill, through the oaks, down the hill, through the stand of birch and maple, passing under the thorny vines that hang over the old path along the edge of the marsh.  No boletes.  Lots of little brown mushrooms, little white mushrooms, most half-eaten.  I was beginning to get discouraged.  The good news is the chicken mushroom was still there, and it had grown.  I took one of the smaller fans from the side, and decided it was time to head back.

So of course, after I gave up, after I'd stopped bothering to even look for them -

Gold!

Bolete Homework, Part I

Ms. Graveyard Dirt gave her readers an assignment: Find a bolete!

I had heard of boletes before, but my earlier enthusiasm for mushrooms never really got very far.  And back home, I never managed to find one.  I saw my first one this year, actually.  It stuck out at me because I'd read about them but never seen them, so when I finally did I was excited like I'd found some mythical creature in the woods.  But I left it alone, because it had been awhile and I didn't quite remember how safe they were.

So of course, a few days after, there winds up being a whole lesson on mushroom hunting in my RSS feed, with instructions to go find one.

I went back to where I had found that first one, but it was dead, black, and shriveled.  And even though I looked all through the woods, I had no luck finding any other boletes.  I did manage to find some other fungus, though.  There were a few gilled mushrooms, and some kind of bright neon yellow lumpy thing on a dead log.  Nothing that color could possibly be edible, I thought.

I think it had just been too dry for mushrooms.  I didn't come back completely empty handed, though.  I found a beautiful yellow feather, and a glass bottle that was broken in just such a way that I think it'll make a nice candle holder once I've washed it off.