We've had a very cool and wet autumn thus far in central Switzerland. So cool and wet that the mushroom population has exploded - right up to the side of just about every path, not only in the forest.
|They are popping up...|
And the Swiss love themselves some mushrooms.
A Swiss man could be described as a "fun-guy"...to gnome one is to love one.
It is a common sight to see people out and about gathering wild mushrooms in baskets or paper bags. But one can not go willy-nilly gathering mushrooms across Switzerland. Oh no, the Swiss also like their rules. (Well, except when it comes to Covid, but that is a post for another day).The governing body for mushrooms is: Vereinigung amtlicher Pilzkontrollorgane der Schweiz (Association of Official Mushroom Control of Switzerland) and each individual Canton (state) has its own set of rules.
Personally, I like mushrooms on my pizza or in my spaghetti as much as anybody, but I am more inclined to buy them at the grocery store where I know they are edible. And I don't have to worry about getting fined!
On a different note, a musical one of sorts, today's wee poem focuses on another valuable aspect of mushrooms:
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