Yep, that’s one that returns each year. Bob O sent me this photo this afternoon wondering if the mushrooms were edible. Now, I want to be very accommodating to Bob O, because he’s the one that found the 11 pound giant puffball in the same city park last year, and I want neither he nor his friends in GI distress.They looked like Jacks, but I drove up to Cedar Hill Park anyway and checked them out. Glad I did because I learned a neat story.
Bob lives in the house he grew up in (parents deceased) right around the corner from the park, and he attended the elementary school that used to stand where the park is now. As he told it, the first grade classes planted an oak tree each year in what became a line of large oaks at maturity. The tree where the Jacks are growing – from the roots – is the last, literally, standing in a long line. Bob planted one of the oaks.
It was obvious to me, from its condition, that this oak is also on it last legs, or roots as it is. Bob O is around my age which is 69. So here we have someone interested in mushrooms who planted the giant oak, a Senior Oak age 60+, that now produces a beautiful bioluminescent mushroom for its birth giver to enjoy as it fades away.
Go get some and take them home Bob, and enjoy their company in a dark room. Ain’t nature GRAND !!