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
That’s a great one 😇. I picture her wreath a little differently now.
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
Look more like dead lady fingers to me.
Disappointed to find out they’re toxic.
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. 🤷♂️
Thanks, I hate it.
