Mulberries — berries on trees — were a new one for me. Wasn’t it “Here we go round the mulberry bush“? Regardless, I suspect mixing the mulberries and blackberries in a jam would be superior to either one alone; the too-sweet mulberry could use the blackberry’s tartness, and vice versa. However, I have done none of those things. Lately I have been doing more grazing than collecting. Lazy forager!
Let me not ignore the fungi. Lots of big mulch finds lately, including a giant cluster of what W. and I suspect was the hallucinogenic Big Laughing Mushroom, Gymnopilus spectabilis. No, we did not eat them.
What I love about mushrooms in mulch is that they seem to thwart the mulch-layer’s purpose, of controlling nature and keeping out unwanted growth. And they come up so vivaciously. I particularly enjoy those I find from the sidewalk in front of the condominiums down the street from me. The condo gardeners plant only the ugliest and safest of plants — day lilies, say — and keep each plant sequestered in mulch from all the rest, as if to make sure they can’t band together in a mutinous plant army and turn into an actual garden.
That is where I found a bed of stinkhorns yesterday morning.I suppose it is stinkhorn season, since I found several of these beds. They don’t put that on the Wisconsin tourism calendar. They are “edible,” or at least not poisonous. If I can keep from squishing the eggs out of the joy of squishing, I will save a couple, ideally to grow them at home, then have a dinner party, get people drunk, and introduce a Stinkhorn Eating Challenge.