It’s winter in Melbourne and all of a sudden, I’m seeing mushrooms popping up in my garden. Hopefully none of them are the Deathcap mushroom which is fatal to eat.
When I was a little girl I lived in a semi rural area and I remember walking through pine forests and seeing the most magical looking mushroom. Bright red with white spots and as big as a bread plate, I looked carefully for fairies, but sadly they must have heard me coming. I can also remember tiny old Italian ladies in head scarves, sneaking into our garden and picking orange mushrooms which they obviously knew were edible.
Recently I had to spend two hours in a doctor’s waiting room. I read the magazine I had brought with me and then looked in my bag for something to draw on. All I could find were pieces of old books that I had kept from when my students last year had made secret book safes. I began sketching and what should pop up, but a mushroom!