Fungi I Have Known

Soon after settling in Germany I picked up a trail map at the Bruchmühlbach city offices.  We have explored many of the trails, including a 20 km death march on rainy day over hill and dale.  On this particular walk we found all the poorly marked trails.

But that was then.

Last Monday we took a shorter walk along the B11/12/10 trail along a hill top overlooking Bruchmühlbach-Miesau (I know that it is the B11/12/10 trail because it was segment in the 20 km death march).  It was a gorgeous fall day.  Perfect, actually.  

Miesau - where we live

Along the way we noticed more than a few varieties of mushrooms.  I have no idea what they are, but the pictures turned out pretty good, considering the 1st generation digital camera and my shaky hand.  Bob's is the steadier.

The Generous Lion

When my oldest daughters, Tracee and Kelly, were quite young, their Grandma Mary gave them each a mug for their hot chocolate.  Tracee's was a lion, Kelly's was a monkey with the tails forming the handle.  Cute little mugs they were, and used on a daily basis.  After the girls were both grown and settled I passed them on.  


I can't tell you right now what happened to the monkey mug - I'd love to remember or find out.  You never really know what makes something an heirloom, but I believe one of these mugs, the lion mug, was approaching this status.


Until today.  Kelly sent me this picture this evening.

It's what happens to a mug when it's thrown out the door onto the patio.  Cohen did it.  We'll never know why.  R.I.P., lion mug.  You gave lovingly for over 20 years.