Ah, mushroom growing is so exciting, I can barely keep up the dizzying pace.
We had a lot of rain lately and I've seen a lot of mushrooms growing in the fields, so I trekked into the woods to take a close look at my shiitake logs, hoping for some small signs of life. They aren't supposed to bloom until the spring, but there was a slight chance that one variety might give us a small batch if conditions were just right. Nope. Nothing yet.
But in walking the dogs, I found some puffballs that I'd missed, that had gone by. I picked eight softball-sized ones and tossed them onto my property in a cloud of greenish-black spores. Might as well seed my land. I also saw a few fresh ones that someone had either run over or kicked to pieces.

Hence the need to get them onto my side of the fence.
I wish I could find morels or chantarelles. I'd need guidance, I think. Well, that is why I innoculated all those oak logs, and may do a few maple logs this winter or next as well. I love mushrooms!