From childhood I have been fascinated with all different fungi. Being a child who climbed trees and would sit for a time and take in her surroundings, I was conscious of Nature and growing things.
I came from an Irish background and a grandfather that did instill the magic of the imagination. I travelled on many adventures with him, touring his workshop and watching him create his many talents and thoughts. Grandpa always found a lesson in everything he did and always shared his knowledge.
He was a man of many talents and one thing he did was make Dandelion Wine. He had his recipe which had been in his family for years. Come Dandelion season, he would be getting ready to pick his blossoms, he would ask if I would like to help. Out to the woodshed he went and picked up an old apple basket and away we would go,
It seems to me the best place for the blossoms was the green space by the railway track. We did have to walk the path at the end of the field across on the other side of Gardner Street. The field/bush had many things to be discovered and one thing I had noticed was the fungi growing on the side of the tree. Because my Grandpa was always so smart and had the answers, I asked him about it. As we were walking, we passed an old tree and there it was a charming growth on the trunk of the tree. When I asked about it, he said well you see that is where your leprechaun lives.
Now I did believe that this is where my interest came from. He explained that every little person had a leprechaun to watch over them, but they were hard to find, as they sometimes became invisible. They did not like to be found as they were always watching out for your well being. He told me if you approached the fungi and looked under it you might just find your little leprechaun sitting there. I do have to admit as we were on a mission for those yellow blooms from the dandelion, I did not get the chance to look.
I have to admit I never did find my Noisey O’Really in all my time of looking, although there were times I felt someone on my shoulder.
You know things do come back into your life again and teachings you received as a child do come back to be. When my nephew was about six years old he would come to visit for a week during the summer and stay at our home. He was a delightful child.
At the time we had a dog I would walk and Kevin would come with me on a tour of our walk around the block. One day on a tree by the spot between the sidewalk and the street there was a fungus on the trunk of the tree. It was much too close to the ground for me to bend and look for the leprechaun.
Like any Irish descendant, Aunt would pass the story on, and she told him that If he was quiet and did not make too much noise, he might find a leprechaun. It seems to me whenever he visited he would come on my dog walk. The only thing was the leprechaun also eluded Kevin.
I guess we were not quiet enough and I am still waiting to find my Leprechaun.
From the ✒ of Noreen