Went for a walk in the forest, bringing a bag and a little knife - just in case. 'Cause actually it's early for mushrooms, but summer came early this year, and we've had damp weather lately.
I go after the boletus (=delicious and non-poisenous), and recall where to look for them. Noses in the ground, under the conifers, we seek, and there, almost hidden, its top the same colour as the forest floor, the little treasure stands, quiet as if holding its breath in an ancient game of hide and seek. Once we had seen one, it was as if all the others revealed themselves in gentle defeat. The small area held a bunch. We picked a few, and felt happy, as their earthy aromatic smell anounced coming of autumn.