Yesterday she arrived with her granddaughter and a younger boy I am guessing is her grandson. They each had empty baskets as they got out of the car, and all three baskets were full to overflowing with mushrooms when they came back out of the woods. Even at a distance I could see bright yellow and orange mushrooms in the baskets and even a few that seemed to be red.
As they were getting back into their car, the woman waved and called, “Mushrooms for dinner tonight!”
So our Austrian friend has survived another year.
I’m relieved her luck seems to be holding…
BUT…
I’m even more relieved we won’t be sharing that dinner!
More about this woman’s story: Why There Are No Old Bold Mushroom Hunters.
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