Beau April 21st, 2009
It rained incredibly this past weekend, but for a few hours on Saturday morning we went exploring with nice weather. And what did we find? Ah, the elusive morel! Finally… it wasn’t even on our property, but in a state natural area. We hiked all over both upland and bottomland forest, and ended up finding eight morels. Not very much for the time we spent, considering that some folks find them in the hundreds. But we were excited and had a lot of fun exploring. This morel was over 3 inches tall… a little breading and it fried right up- yum! All together we found 4… The young one loved finding one of his own. Turns out that I’m about the only one interesting in eating them… maybe I can get the boy to try them… but hey, somebody has to do the hard jobs right?! Hopefully with the weather warming up this week we’ll have a chance to find a few more.
As we hiked along we found many wildflowers – my favorite is Dutchman’s Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria). I remember long ago wandering in a similar place at this time of year- there were thousands of these carpeting the forest floor, it was amazing. What a great name for a wildflower.
A group of yellow violets were found in a bottomland site. I think this is Viola pubescens var. leiocarpa.
We also came across a fallen log revealing the love someone shared for another… and maybe they still do. This was a fallen sycamore tree, about 4 feet in diameter. The names are carved sideways on the log, so the carving is probably not too old, but I don’t know. You could write a story from something like this. Have you ever carved your name in a tree? I think I did long ago when I was younger once. Wouldn’t these two be surprised to see their names here?!
Speaking of trees- can anyone identify this one? The tree itself was only about 6-8 inches in diameter, but the bark was amazing. And the tree was 20-30 feet tall, with no twigs or other identifying material low enough to examine. There were no other trees like it in the area.
And the young one discovered an amazing field of purple henbit and yellow mustard flowers. He wandered through the field joyfully picking tiny flowers and enjoying the colors… These are the kinds of things I’ll remember when he grows up. It was a nice day.