When I first spot a morel my heart does a little dance and then I stand very still and look away from it. I look away in search of others in the area before I rush to the scene. Here is a picture of where I was standing when I spotted a morel a few yards away.
Enchiladas with morels. (Well, only the four in the back have morels because 2.5/5 of the family won't eat them.) P will eat them in very small quantity.
I took bunches of pictures while I was in the woods. I liked this one the best.While at M and P's soccer game yesterday, S and his "girlfriend" M o were just hanging out on the bleachers having one of those 3 year old conversations.
This was even cuter in person because the dog was resting her chin on S's sock. Do dogs have chins?