I am one happy Spanda. My earthling friend was drawn to the site as if caught in a vortex, circling it with intent so strong it almost seemed like a call was giving notice. I don't wear a tinfoil hat or anything but this was somewhat uncanny. The patch yielded a dozen recently fruited caramel wavy caps, pretty clearly p. cyanescens. The conditions were classic, north side of a landscape mound planted in pine with some azaleas and rhodies understory. Municipal property, mulched and maintained. San Francisco Peninsula, east side, NW of Menlo Park. Mef left the substate intact except for a bit of material attached to the mycelial wad at the base of each stipe cluster. The gleeful earthling has not only a substantial volume of bluing carpophores drying above calcium fluoride, but also three caps generating spore sprints and best of all, soaking wet corrugated cardboard innoculated with the mycelial knots and spawn clipped from the shrooms.

If joining with the product of a successful extraction of The Molecule Deity, which is the Eucharist of Spanda, is like Easter Sunday Solemn High Mass communion, then these happy fungal friends provide what would be like taking the sacrament at Christmas Midnight Mass. Photo coming.