Morels, anyone?

Well, I wish this beauty would have been behind my camera today, but I was not quite so fortunate! I did march through the woods with the boys this evening and was rewarded with one black morel that was about 1" tall. It was not much, but we put it over the hot coals that cooked our hamburgers and ate it. I had to share with two kids, so I suppose that to say that I had a "taste" of mushrooms this year would be a bit of hyperbole!

I dearly love looking for and finding these rascals! I generally find myself on the short end of the stick and outside of one bountiful year, I generally have had to ration my findings. It is just a delight, however, to consider the wonders of the created world and to marvel at the beauty of what God has done.

A couple years ago I had marched many miles it seemed and had not one mushroom in my sack. I sat down on an old fallen log for a breather and spent some time in prayer, rejoicing in the day that He had made. While praying, I felt compelled to selfishly ask for some mushrooms. I guess if He can direct the disciples where to cast their net, I thought that perhaps God could direct my feet! Wouldn't you know that a few moment later I looked off to the right and spotted a beauty?! In but just a few minutes, I found about 20!

Another time my brothers and I were looking and found the mother lode in an old orchard. We picked a couple sacks of huge yellow morels. Most of the time all I gather are scratches from the briars and deet ticks, but what is a little blood and a few blood-sucking parasites for the taste of these wonderful 'shrooms!