Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Life's Ambiguities


Our cellar is a place full of surprises, partly because it gets things stashed away down there rather in the manner of other peoples attics, and then the said items get forgotten until the 10 year clear out, and then get thrown away. But on this particular wet Sunday (how many have we had of those?), we were amusing new child guests with a tour of the nooks and crannies in this old house. Ooooooh, Scarey....


On the floor in the gloom is a glistening pile of...what?? Well it /they looked extremely unattractive. A fair amount of poking and prodding went on, whilst various theories were put forward. They ranged from dead mouse to cat turd. Thankfully my eldest son came to the rescue. He is in the TA and has not long returned from a tour of duty in Afghanistan, so being the brave soldier that he is, he picked It up, and we examined it/them in the day light. Hard objects, about the size of a walnut, black when cut open, smelling of mushrooms- of course! Truffles! In the cellar! Our fortunes are made. Rarely have I seen my son so excited. He put two in a jar with some spelt (to flavour it), and went happily back to London licking his lips and ready for a fungal feast.


I do like to be absolutely sure where mushrooms are concerned, so on Monday morning I was hot on the telephone to the RHS. So helpful, but not the right people- they only deal with fungal infections on your plants, but I was advised to contact Kew Gardens, where they have a mycology department. The joy of the internet when you need information. An e-mail to Kew was replied to almost immediately- my request for information had been forwarded to the Mycology Dept to a Dr Spooner, who has written a book on British truffles. That very same morning I had a reply asking that I send a sample to Kew. I should say here that all that morning I had been smelling gas in my kitchen and had checked the cooker about 4 times. When I came to pack the remaining truffles up I realised it was them! Now the smell was far from pleasant and very pungent and I wondered what the post office would make of the package. The lady behind the counter and I had a long conversation about it.


Thank you Dr Spooner for your prompt reply the following day telling me that the specimen had arrived and that it was the so-called 'stinking slime truffle'-Melanogaster ambiguus. Fairly common and (Most interesting) that gas leaks have been mistakenly reported based on the presence of the fungus due to its powerful odour. Fancy that! It is not harmful, but not eaten because it smells so unpleasant. Heigh ho...

Friday, 1 August 2008

Garden of Remembrance

Yes, I will remember this garden, viewed as it was last Wednesday when we attended the cremation of a very dear friend. My thoughts go something like this... I was feeling sad and emotional, reflective and quiet. My husband and I had arrived a little early for the service and it was a beautiful day, so we chose to walk around the grounds with each other and our memories. The green space around the building (why do I find it so difficult to call it by its name?, the Crematorium), was pleasant. Large, mature trees gave shade and that calming rustling noise that leaves make in a little breeze. But when we came to the Garden of Remembrance what did we find? Municipal planting at its most vivid. Imagine large orange marigolds mixed with large yellow marigolds in serried ranks, edged with buzy lizzies in two different shades of pink! Glaring at me whilst I glared at them for disturbing my equilibrium and for not helping me to be peaceful, reflective or quiet. Far from being eased on this most difficult of days, I was distracted. I found myself pondering on who could possibly have thought that this seaside roundabout planting scheme was suitable here. What would have been wrong with muted, pale colours- white, green, pale blue and pink, cream and some soft waving grasses?

Better to try and forget this floral faux pas and remember instead the exquisite arrangement of flowers picked out of the garden which was placed on top of the wicker coffin. Nothing could have been more beautiful or appropriate for him. Lilies, allium, catalpa blossom, eryngiums and grey green foliage and then the bunches of sweet smelling sweetpeas which his friends added as we said our farewells.