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
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:
Lucky me!
Mother’s Day Bonus!
Notes From a Country Girl Living in the City 