As if they've just been waiting to burst out with the
first signs of significant rain, which of course they have, young Oyster Mushrooms (Pleurotus ostreatus) explode in to
life. Fungus is crazy Shit, man, older than the hills, they've seen out epochs
and the inhabitants there of, their mycelium networks stretching over
miles as well as time, they're the grid into which our woodlands are
intrinsically connected. I'm hoping for a grand mushroom season, the signs are looking good. Or are they? We've been tricked before, eh.
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