Scarlet Elfcups or Moss Cups and some Irish mycological history

I had occasion to sweep down through my last several years of google photos and the passing of every photographic year is dead easy to spot, regular as clockwork every winter/start of spring stands out because I take a load of photographs of scarlet elfcups, presumably not quite in the same wildly over enthused state…

Seeking a muse in an oak tree.

I’ve been meaning to return to the subject of the Oak, specifically notes on the notion of an oak in Irish culture, our beloved Dair, first and foremost of the airig fedo, protected to the maximum extent of Brehon law (as documented in the Bretha Comaithchesa). I have no ability with medieval Irish, alas, so…

Where trees stood ..

On attempting to delve into Ireland’s past, one of the frustrating things that any amateur historian collides with very quickly is the dearth of primary historical record.  Society before English rule was very much into its oral tradition, and while I’m sure a great many things were recorded in some more permanent fashion, at least…

Okay so maybe I’m being overly simplistic..

I’ve long been bemused, wondering why there isn’t an aggressive forestation policy the world over.  They took great care in teaching me as a child in national school that trees and forests are the lungs of the earth.  We have a serious problem with an over abundance of carbon dioxide and bad quality air and…