I've been tramping through the Santa Cruz Mountains for about twenty years and never have I seen mushrooms as this year. Few flowers bloom in the redwoods near Santa Cruz, but this winter the mushrooms are like the flowers of the forest. I saw shortlived treasures today that I've never seen before.
I know from the Fugus Fair that mushroom hunting is all about taxonomy keys and habitat and genus and species but I'll have none of it. The forests of my home are blooming, and I just want to touch them. I don't need to capture their names. Today I saw yellow ones and red ones and rust ones and white ones. I saw little yellow towers an inch high growing through the pine needles. I saw green brown toad mushrooms as big as my hand pushing through the duff. I saw tiny white fairy cottages under the roodwoods.
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