The summer "monsoon" lost its quotation marks in the 1990s or 2000s and is now full-fledged cultural appropriation — English language for the win!
So July and early August have been fairly wet by southern Colorado standards. Our standards are these:
1 inch (2.5 cm) of rain in a day: "Ma! Ma! The crops are saved!"
2 inches of rain in a day: "Oh no! Flash floods! The road will wash out — but we need the moisture."
Shaggy parasol, Lepiota rachodes. |
On the plus side, mushrooms. Like everyone else who hunts them, M. and I are making forays, and while we have had no bonanza days, we never have come home empty-handed.
Tuesday was such a day: we drove 45 minutes, hiked to a new ridge top, Marco the dog ran happily, and then when we came home, there they were! Mushrooms just yards from the house.
Shaggy parasols with caps the size of softballs hiding in the scrub oak — I left the biggest ones to spread their spores.
I think this one is Suillus granulatus. |
The Suillus that we see only in wet Augusts — often called slippery jacks, a name applied to several species.
I think of them as the dollar-store version of king boletes: not as big, not quite as tasty, but OK to eat as long as you them before the worms appear.
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