I love mushrooms. I’m obsessed with them. A walk in the forest usually means looking for mushrooms. Partially because of the conditions in which I grew up. Mushrooms were important addition to diet at a time, when both people and market supply were poor.
For us as children, mushroom hunting was a kind of game, an adventure in the forest. And the mushroom dishes that mom cooked were delicious! I would never call them replacement food.
Most people I know only pick boletus mushrooms. I love them too. But since I live in an area not abundant with mushrooms, I have learned to recognize even less common species. No, I’m not a mycologist. I just like to bring enough for a regular meal.
People often look at me with suspicion if I want to poison someone. The symbol of a mushroom that tastes wonderful, even it looks inedible, is Laccaria amethystina.
I use it for my colored pencils drawing and since I changed the graphics software I’m learning to work in, I used the drawing as a background for one of my lessons.
No, I’m not going to go down this route of making seamless patterns. I just needed to practice the tools of the new software. Although it doesn’t look so bad, what do you say? Of course, I miss my colors!
I hope to bring you some next time.
Love and hugs,