You’re walking through the woods on a crisp, late October afternoon, smelling the sharp scent of decaying leaves and listening to the dry rustle of beech leaves in the breeze. You decide to take a break, sit on an old stump, munch an apple and observe this amazing world…but, what is that reaching up...
I had learned about these in the days of yore.
Was doing gardening and found a small specimen growing at the base of my tree.
Apparently they LOVE rotting wood...whelp
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them
Not all that toxic, though. One mushroom forager website I saw was from a person who said that they used to recommend and enjoy them, but new information about their toxicity came out and they stopped eating them. 🤷♂️
Think they're inedible, rather than toxic/poisonous (the distinction as I understand it being that poisonous mushrooms will actively cause you harm, whereas inedible fungi have some other reason not to eat them, be it that they have the texture of wood as in this case, or a horrifically bitter flavour as with the bitter bolete).