The Buffalo has risen, which is exciting. The Artist spotted him, pushing his way toward freedom. He's been moved from his winter hibernation zone out into dappled sunlight and there's always a possibility he might bloom again this year. A rather odd reddish maroon color and texture that leans a mind toward the internal blood filled organs of mammals.
Last year I was able to smell him, not unpleasant, meaty sort of smell, but not
the sort of meat you'd want to eat raw, rather it was that kind of smell from
meat that should be soaked in vinegar, rinsed and then very well boiled before
consumption. The forties in our future, but The Buffalo is chill tolerant and he
has that cheerfulness of the mushroom.