|Shannon and Tara disheveled from crawling through huckleberry undergrowth|
|Gathering along the path|
|For "Dentification" by Wren|
He draws wonderful pictures of mushrooms with stems and caps and sometimes gills or dots (for boletes) and as he collects mushrooms he tells us that "These are eat-poisonous not touch-poisonous" and puts them in his basket.
|"Look at the BIGGIE!"|
We collected many and Tara, Mum and I became very excited and crawled and thudded through the underbrush in chase. Tara and I are both enthusiastic foragers and ignored the needs of children and family in order to clamber through the forest after our 'trail of mushrooms'. Aware of the chance of being lost, from time to time we yelled "we're here!" but I doubt anyone lost track of us with all the callooing and hollering:
Tara: "I have found The Mother!"
Shannon "I have found her Sister!"
Tara: "The Mother!"
Shannon: "Crawl, Frost, crawl!"
Frost: "I am NOT CRAWLING. IT IS PRICKLY. Get me OUT OF HERE!"
Shannon: "No Frost, you can DO IT!"
"Waa waaa waa" <---- Wren
Tara: "FRED, bring the basket. HERE FRED!"
Fred: "How did you get in there?"
Shannon: "You crawl, its really clear about 18" from the ground."
Tara: Oh, FRED, over here. You must bring it closer!
Shannon: "We should send the children in. Alex, here is one for you."
Alex: "How do you get in there?"
Shannon: "Creep and crawl!"
Frost: "I am getting OUT of HERE"
|Foraging for a Big One|