It is the season
when pallid leathery fingers push up through the sweet wet loam
the glad impudent thumbs of a mycelium hidden for decades below ground
saying yeah spring yeah spring yeah spring
whether anyone notices them or not
The morels are here.
We notice.
By the basketball hoop, in the sideyard, they emerge
never expected, always hoped for, making us hoot with joy and drop everything
in the mad scramble to appreciate them.
Oh, hello hello hello!
Morchella the Mad Mushroom Queen dons rubber boots with running gear, straps on binoculars, grabs a mesh bag and is ready to go. You put them in mesh bags so their spores can sow the ground as you walk, swinging it. And then when you rinse them, you save the water and anoint new ground with countless millions of precious spores. This is how you thank them for feeding you.
Such a fine meal they make. This is the white (or yellow) morel, Morchella esculenta.
Our land also hosts black morels, Morchella elata, which are smaller and darker but just as delicious.
And then there is the half-free morel, Morchella semilibera, which is more common than either black or white morel on our land, and differs from them in having a pointed cap and a more diaphanous texture (it feels very hollow and flimsy). Upon being bisected, the half-free has its cap attached to the stem for only half its length. And the stem is hollow, and lacks any cottony fibers. This is a very important distinction, to distinguish the edible half-free morel from the possibly poisonous false morel, Verpa bohemica.
We found more than 80 half-free morels in this spring's picking!
Phoebe and Liam LOVE hunting morels with us. If we see a few coming up, we always wait until the kids can join us to pick them. We just turn the kids loose and stand back. For whatever reason, we all hoot a lot while hunting morels.
Liam was on his way to the shower when Bill found this mess o' morels. So he came out in the altogether to hunt.
Yes, the best things in life are free.
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