One of my favorite sayings: “There’s a reason I live out in the woods.”
Seems as if those reasons have piled up lately . . . .
One of my favorite sayings: “There’s a reason I live out in the woods.”
Seems as if those reasons have piled up lately . . . .
Thursday afternoon, I wandered by the homestead’s original rhubarb patch to look for morel mushrooms.
In 2013, to my complete surprise and delight, I found a morel growing out of the garden mound (see Miracle Morel). A mushroom returned in roughly that same spot for a year or two after that, then nothing. Still, I watched the spot, and hoped.
Predictably, I found nothing there. Then I glanced around the rest of the rhubarb mound, then did a double take. I found a morel elsewhere on the mound, then a second one on the opposite side of the patch!