Yesterday morning I spent a happy hour out in the garden taking macro shots of all the fungal goodness nestling in the grass. Now I'd be lying if I pretended to know the names of these beauties - or, even more importantly, whether I can eat them without poisoning myself. So it's probably just as well that my interaction with them remained one that was channelled exclusively through the lens of my camera ...
Now here's an amazing thing about Fungi: they're not plants! Yikes! If I tell that to my son, Emi, he'll be wanting one as a pet to keep Swampy, his Venus Fly Trap plant, company. Apparently this group of organisms are much more closely related to animals than plants. They simply got assigned to the plant group because they don't move.
And the principal draw-back of this modus operandi is that they have to live in or on their food, which probably explains why I scored my best hit-rate looking for them around old tree stumps.
And, in the process of having dinner, they help tidy up the environment by breaking down decaying organic material.
And, of course, if you know which ones are edible they're very nice sautéed in butter with just a smidgeon of garlic to taste.
All the best for now,