Humongous Fungus: Good Friday Reflections

The Blues. That’s what the locals around these parts call the mountains, out yonder a ways, where the wheat fields end and the forest begins. Up there, deep in the thick of things, the honey mushroom thrives. Pretty little things, aren’t they? Golden pancakes for forest creatures. Or so it may seem to the unsuspecting [Read More...]


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