First off, I promise you all that I did not eat them. Having just seen “Into The Wild,” I’m now, more than ever, wary of chomping on what I find growing in my neighborhood. Though, I will miss a hearty maple-leaf salad now and then.
It was a few weeks ago, the same day I headed out to the Hamptons to walk on the beach in the rain, when pulling into my driveway I noticed a patch of mushrooms growing on a pile of mulch across the street. I’d seen many types grow on my lawn, small white ones, puffballs or large toadstools that roost in dead leaves in the nearby woods. But I’d never seen these delicate little fungi before.
From what I can find through a preliminary Google search, these were either some kind of umbrella mushroom, which have similar ribs, or a cup mushroom, which unlike traditional mushrooms, point the cupped side to the sky.
Their gray-brown and white color was really quite beautiful, especially against the wet, red-brown mulch. And I got quite dirty squatting in it to take some decent photos of the wild mushrooms.