(Red) Cracking Bolete

Another day of looking after my mother and blipping while she napped. I found half a fairy ring of these edible bolete mushrooms in her garden. Some had the typical red stem of the species, this one has not. 

Until about six years ago, when my mum was still fit enough to go for long walks, we used to pick wild mushrooms every autumn. After we sorted and cleaned them, she used to scatter the not-so-nice bits in her garden. 
Years later, the garden turned into quite a mushroom farm, with at least four types of edible boletes, parasol mushrooms and orange milkcaps growing around the trees and in the grass. 

As an extra, I add a picture of Rani meeting Baloo (one of our neighbours' cats) at the terrace doors. She is not allowed out yet, but maybe they can be friends one day.