A POEM A DAY - MUSHROOM MAGIC


Just as we are watching the trees lose their leaves in Autumn's release, the woodland floor is speckled with new life. Overnight fungal spores buried deep in the earth sprout into a display ranging from the tiniest finger size parasol to the bright, flashy spotted caps that attract our attention. Soon locals in the know will be going to their secret patches in Valencian woods to hunt for 'setas', the mustard coloured, fleshy mushroom which is a prized treat here in Autumn. 




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