"You can charm me with mushrooms because I'm really a mushroom lover!"
In early July, a friend wanted to invite me to see his garden. The garden is located on the hills of Guha Rimueng, Muara Dua, Lhokseumawe.
Is there anything interesting in there? I tried to confirm that to him before deciding to accept his invitation. We couldn't bring anything home because it wasn't harvest time yet. That explanation alone made me hesitate to accept his invitation. What's more, when he said that it was a garden filled with candlenut trees, it made me even more disinterested. Candlenut? It's a fruit that can't be eaten unless it's only used as a spice.
Damm it! Apparently he was not at his wit's end! Shrooms. Yes, he finally lured me with mushrooms. He said there were lots of wild mushrooms in his garden. Of course, I can't refuse! But before that, we made a deal that whoever finds the mushrooms first will have them. Neither of us should bother to take the mushroom the owner first spotted. Yes, he also has a hobby of macro photography like me, and we both love mushrooms.
When we got there, you immediately combed the ground and dead wood to find mushrooms. Instead of a garden, it deserves to be called a forest. The garden was unkempt, damp, and covered with weeds that grew waist-deep.
My steps then stopped when I found a rotten piece of fallen wood. That was a good start because I noticed some mushrooms there. Yes, they are fresh juvenile mushrooms.
Such juvenile mushroom gills lead me to conclude that they are a species of Mycena.
"Please don't touch us because we are so fragile!" If they could talk, surely they would scream like that. Those juveniles were so tiny that their caps and stems were bioluminescent white.
The adult's cap begins to expand, become scaly, and turn brown. Their gills also change color from white to brown. Suddenly, doubt arose in my mind. It didn't feel like they belonged to the Mycena. So what? That is the homework that I have to solve.
