Hi Glen, thanks for the photos of the mushrooms. When I was young and we lived on the farm in Suamico, my dad used to be working at the back part of our farm. My job was to bring him a quart of cold water. Well, along the way I discovered these giant mushrooms on the field, and I'd step on them, and they would puff up. I thought this was great fun. Well, of course it made the walk much longer. By the time I got the water to Dad, he would ask me what took me so long, was I walking on eggs. I didn't have the nerve to tell him that I really was, and then enjoyed the walk home, stepping on more of the mushrooms. I always called them puffballs, but didn't know that was their actual name. Thanks for reminding me of this great memory. Ginny Schunke Saxe. Love your blog.
Hi Glen, thanks for the photos of the mushrooms. When I was young and we lived on the farm in Suamico, my dad used to be working at the back part of our farm. My job was to bring him a quart of cold water. Well, along the way I discovered these giant mushrooms on the field, and I'd step on them, and they would puff up. I thought this was great fun. Well, of course it made the walk much longer. By the time I got the water to Dad, he would ask me what took me so long, was I walking on eggs. I didn't have the nerve to tell him that I really was, and then enjoyed the walk home, stepping on more of the mushrooms. I always called them puffballs, but didn't know that was their actual name. Thanks for reminding me of this great memory. Ginny Schunke Saxe. Love your blog.
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