|Acadia, N.P., Maine. Photo borrowed from a personal (& very private) friend.|
Maine. I have visited this quiet, northern landscape more than once & would do it again in a heartbeat. I love it, but I've always believed there was no way I could ever actually live there -- it is just too cold.
Now I live in Alaska.
My extended family has a section of coastal property near Boothbay upon which sits the original homestead of my great, great grandfather. There he kept his lobster pound, raised his family & made his living in a very different world. Many years later, the house was inhabited by my ancient & cantankerous great, great aunt Meems. During the summer before I began college, my mother, sister & I spent time in the little old house beside the beach, visiting with its saucy & formidable matriarch. I have many memories -- so many that they would require an entry of their own to treat properly. With this in mind, I will keep focused on the project at hand, setting aside the tales of breakfast vodka, bacon fat thievery, tiaras & throwing games of gin rummy. What is important here is that I have a potent link. It makes the work much easier.
Perhaps it is a wee bit with tongue-in-cheek that I chose "Lobster Mushrooms" as my fungi du jour, but not entirely. My experience in Maine visiting the home of my ancestors centered on lobster; historical lobsters & the lobsters in the neighborhood at that time. Like all my other Maine-related reminiscences, there are too many lobster memories to account for in a post dedicated to remediating someone else's messy prayer war. The theocrats have three days left in their siege, yet I find myself trailing behind at day 28 of 51 in the cleanup. Therefore, I must bypass the lobster tales in the interest of both relevance & expedience.
My approach to cleanup is slightly roundabout this time, given that I am working with a parasitic fungus growing on a mycorrhizal fungus -- not exactly part of the plan. I'm angling for a chain-like support system for processing negativity out of the atmosphere. The trees, primarily deciduous, can breathe in the odium-laden air, passing the negative energies on to the mushrooms; their symbionts & support team. Then, the tree-loving russulas & milky caps will pass on the negativity to the H. lactifluorum to parasitize, culminating in a colourful, crunchy & presumably tasty ending.
|Hypomyces lactifluorum. Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons.|
Make Love where there was war.
Absorb subversive auras.
Inter pernicious prayers.
Negate dominionist notions.
End it all in exquisite edibility.
... in the name of Maine (& Meems), so mote it be.