FOTD #065 : parrot waxcap! (gliophorus psittacinus)
the parrot waxcap / parrot toadstool is a mycorrhizal fungus in the family hygrophoraceae. it is widely distributed in the grasslands of western europe, the UK, iceland, greenland, the americas, south africa & japan.
the big question: can i bite it??
it is edible & has a mild taste !!
g. psittacinus description :
"the parrot toadstool is a small mushroom, with a convex to umbonate cap up to 4 centimetres (1.6 in) in diameter, which is green when young & later yellowish or even pinkish tinged. the stipe, measuring 2–8 cm (0.8–3.1 in) in length and 3–5 mm in width, is green to greenish yellow. the broad adnate gills are greenish with yellow edges and spore print white. the green colouring persists at the stem apex even in old specimens."
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parrot toadstool!!!
parrot toadstool!
parrot toadstool!!!
PARROT TOADSTOOOOOOL <333
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Parrot toadstool- gliophorus psittacinus
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my new fangled cripple chair. btw. my fucking swag outclasses yours
ID: A supportive high back chair with a headrest. It has a white trim and black back and cushion and two black armrests. On the table in front of it is a bag with minecraft animal keychains including a pink axolotl, a mooshroom, and a parrot, and a green toadstool hand sanitizer holder. Also visible is the foot of an electric blue cane.
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a person holding a parrot toadstool
idk that i conveyed the jelly look of this particular mushrom as best as i could
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STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE
I can’t even remember my name, I who remember
so much—football scores, magic tricks, deep love
so close to God it was practically religious.
When you fall asleep in that sort of love
you wake up with bruises on your neck.
I don’t have drunks, sirs, I have adventures. Every day
my body follows me around asking
for things. I try to think louder, try
to be brilliant, wildly brilliant
. We all want
the same thing (to walk in sincere wonder,like the first man to hear a parrot speak), but we live
on an enormous flatness floating between
two oceans. Sometimes you just have to leave
whatever’s real to you, you have to clomp
through fields and kick the caps off
all the toadstools.
Sometimes
you have to march all the way to Galilee
or the literal foot of God himself before you realize
you’ve already passed the place where
you were supposed to die.
I can no longer remember
the being afraid, only that it came to an end.🔥🔥🔥🔥🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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