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August 12th 2009

    It could be a good year for fungus, or so I have been advised by the gathering at the engine parts store just this side of town.  Sadly the complexity associated with determining poisonous-ness in mushrooms results in a wariness that is wise.

    I recall a story recounted by a customer of mine in Buckinghamshire, England.  During the First World War food was rationed.  A kitchen garden supplemented diet.  And sometimes people were tempted by the green leaves of rhubarb.  Twenty one years later, at the dawn of the Second World War, government literature warned against eating the green leaves of rhubarb.  If eaten in large enough quantities it was poisonous and could even be fatal.


    My customer's Grandfather however, in the First World War had acquired a taste for the green leaves of rhubarb, and he encouraged the family to ignore penny-ante government trivia and bow to experience.  Some family members became quite ill but the old man remained unaffected. 

    My informant at the engine parts store just this side of town advised me that Black Trumpets can be found this time of the year.  A whale of an addition to bacon and eggs, he told me.   And I figured him a man who would cheerfully show me how to put a compression fitting on the brake line that has been proving so troublesome.  A simple repair which, apparently, is against the law.

tim candler

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