Aug 13th, 2012: A Morning’s Work, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
Last week’s foraging work was wiped out by a plague. Italics’s mother dragged something into the house, and it wasn’t long before he, she and his father were congested, coughing and achy. I miraculously staved off catching summer death thanks to Italics obsessively disinfecting communal surfaces - remote controls, fridge handles, etc. - as I sucked on raw garlic clove after raw garlic clove until portions of my mouth began to peel (my skin’s ridiculously sensitive).
By the time he recovered enough to hit some local hedges’n’forests over a week had past since our last outing. As if we didn’t already feel the Chinese burn of lost time, this area was scheduled for a week of fucking rain which meant we had no choice but to hit as many locations as possible before the weather turned. Under fast-rollin’, low-ridin’ clouds we wove our way through familiar beeches, birches and pines, our bowed heads occasionally anointed by errant drops of rain as we searched for the yellow-orange-gold of chanterelles (Cantharellus cibarius) and the white-speckled tops of the Christmas-coloured fly agaric (Amanita muscaria) while picking up scattered remains of the Lost, Then Found.
Route: Chanterelle Fox’s hedge (chanterelles, deer remains), #01’s death site (chanterelles, rabbit skull, weasel skull & miscellaneous bones), Monk’s Knoll (chanterelles), Dead Pigeon Woods (fly agaric, porcino & chanterelles), the local standing stone cairn (naturally shed corvid feathers) and past two toadstool hotspots (neither in season yet)
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