As if the planets are alligning my (4th) summer (in a row) is beginning to unfold in yet another unpredictable and illustrious story. For more than two weeks I've been looking for the morel; the evasive mushroom. Dry and cold it has been in southern Ohio. Hard to find 'em. One solution - ash trees near lowlying creekbeds.
Target practice first, then off into the woods for a different sort of hunt.
Bingo. And Joe's face was brightened with a smile as he knelt to our season's first find.
Dinner at Joe's.
The mother tree.
One big happy family.
It's amazing how much luck one feather can bring.