Sadness , depression , anxiety , hopelessness for some just words for some and for others they hold passing understanding but for me and countless others they are day to day emotions that control our every day .
I’ve had a real interest in foraging and this has grown into the herbal / medicinal use of plants and fungi this is largely fuelled by a hope that I may stumble upon a wild ingredient that will help with my own problem .
Well the mushroom season is upon us and this year seems to be a strange one starting and stopping with the lack of rain and the high temperatures bringing periods of little growth and then good flushes ,
The fantastically vibrant chicken of the woods has been no exception I at one point was thinking I wouldn’t be finding any as frequent trips to my spots came up short but they came just later than I expected .
I think that anyone who forages for wild mushrooms has been approached by interested bystanders and there is undoubtedly one question that comes up every single time
” can you really eat them are they not poisonous”
It’s that time of year again , across the country foragers have been once again encapsulated by the hunt !
No matter how much I love foraging for plants there is no comparison to the look of sheer child like excitement that I’ve seen full grown adults experience when finding a prize fungi .
But every year holds the same down side to fungi foraging every competent forager who has a good level of mycological knowledge will be bombarded with requests of help from the thousands of keen and enthusiastic beginners and some like me enjoy the attention but we all have the same nagging fears and hesitations ,