A Poem: Mushroom Thanks

As Cobb Hill Mushrooms looks forward to this year’s season, we share a poem we received from a CSA member at the end of 2020’s season.

from Judith, Sept 2020

Mushroom Thanks

On summer Thursdays, right at noon
My mind must turn to fine mushrooms
And even if this rhyme's quite lame
I'm full of thoughts whence they came.

Small parasols with curving stems
Bode well for meals that start or end
With soup, duxelles, an omelette.
Shrooms grilled, chopped, or a tartelette.

You've worked so hard to bring them forth:
Log lugging, soaking, spores - take time;
And emails so we'll not forget
To claim our share and cook a treat.

We thank you for delivering
Shiitakes from the end of Spring
To almost Fall, when weather cools
And mushrooms lapse while winter rules.

Hope you can now relax a bit
As we take pickups off our list.