First morels
The first morel inspired me to look harder Wednesday afternoon. And my 6-year-old daughter and I found three of about three inches. It will make a good snack tomorrow.
Hunting morels should be a family tradition.
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This spot fits that perfectly. It was originally found by our oldest boy, now a sophomore, when he was in grade school. It's by a couple majestic elms, and feels spongy like a log once rotted there.
Some years it produces, others not.
I was beginning to think this was a no year. But with the rain today, my daughter and I took some extra time to look after school.
And it paid off as, one by one, we found them.
