Have you ever been in the Right Place at the Wrong Time? I spent a lot of time there Mother’s Day afternoon.
I managed to find the places where all the morels were but I was too late.
How about the Wrong Place at the Right Time? I was there too. One hill I search on usually has two or three of these:
Tryin' to fake me out.
False morels usually have longer stems than true morels and the false morels are two separate pieces. True morels are all one piece.
False morel in two pieces
Finally after a couple of hours searching I ended up finding these:
Small but rewarding harvest.
After awhile I gave up on morels and just wandered around the woods enjoying the loveliness of it.
Flowers for Mother's Day
I looked at the Trillium and the other wildflowers and then started digging ramps. I filled this produce bag until it burst and decided I should stop.
Bursting at the seams!
I’m going to pickle them Jerk-Style like I did onions for the Can Jam. As I headed toward home I found this:
Mother’s Day Bonus!
So hubby beat me to the punch on the first morels this year, but we went out again this morning. At last! My first morels of the season.
Can you see them?
Look closely; they're elusive.
How about now?
Even close up they hide well.
It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the ground cover, but it’s worth the time spent. Here are the same mushrooms in my hand for size comparison.
Number four and five.
We spent about three hours hunting and ended up with this:
Nice variety of mushrooms from the same general area.
The big whites are just starting to appear. Hopefully I can get out again soon.
Can it really be spring??