I've written before about the mushrooms I innoculated into logs of white oak in February 2014. I never expected another fruiting (actually, I never really expected the first fruiting), especially after this very dry summer and autumn.
One morning, in what seems now like lifetimes ago but the calendar says just 10 days, something white caught my eye from the upstairs window...a trash bag caught in the bushes? An albino racoon? A midget Sta-Puff Marshmellow Man?
How 'bout oyster mushrooms?