We’ve had a nice spell of warm weather, and a good rain last night which bodes well for the still very small morels in the woods near my house. I took a quick look this morning, and found that the mushrooms in the spots I’ve been eyeing are still too small for picking. I’m taking my chances, and giving them a few more days.
In particular, I’m excited by a nice fruiting I’ve found under a newly dead elm. I spotted the tree earlier this spring, and when I visited it a week ago, sure enough, there were some dinky morels just starting to pop.
I found that tree when I happened to look up from the forest floor, and scanned the tree tops. It was easy to spot the dead tree.
The dead tree I had spotted showed a few bare patches. And sure enough, there are the morels.
So now I’m sure to look up before looking down. And each time I do, I say a quick thanks to my friend, who I am sure is looking down on me and my fellow woodland trampers, quietly guiding us to those elusive morels.