Picking mushrooms

Little white heads scattered everywhere amidst field fairy rings here and there.. I trample my tread with love and care..this special moment is very rare

Mushrooms white amongst the green..clearly conspicuous so can be seen..my Dad used to call them ‘Fairy farts’ amidst the turf and cattle clarts..there is nothing like the taste of these.. the absolutely bees knees..

My breakfast in the morning.. and my lunch and tea as well.. mushrooms picked free range are better than the ones they sell.. they have that unique freshness straight from Mother earth.. she springs them annually with her Autumn’s birth