|Honey Mushrooms 1.2.15|
I wasn't expecting to see any living mushrooms in the middle of winter. But when I pulled back the bark from a dead ash tree there they were, a beautifully sinuous mass of honey mushrooms still fresh enough to be collected and eaten if I was so inclined. In hindsight I wish I had just so I could say I dined on fresh mushrooms in January.
The south facing along with the residual heat of decay must have been enough warmth for this late growth. January turned sharply colder after this so I can't imagine they would have stayed alive much longer.