You remember when John Proctor announces to Elizabeth that he means to buy John Jacobs’ heifer if the crop is good? I think an affectionate husband enjoys bringing home an offering to please his wife. On or about the first week of April every year, when the redbud trees are first blooming, if we’ve had a nice rain followed by a couple of warm days, mine goes hunting for my favorite delicacy… the morel mushroom!
For years now, Hubby has been braving the ticks and the chiggers to tromp around in the wooded areas near our home to find morels, and in the tradition of every sensible morel hunter, he’s quite secretive about his haunts. Whenever he finds fresh ones, Hubby offers them to me, and we have quite the amazing hors d’oeurves that evening. Whenever he finds over-ripe or bug-ridden ones, he collects those, too, and tosses them in the wooded area on our property, hoping that eventually, some fungal spores will create the mycelium of morel goodness on our land.
Today, I received this image in a text message from Hubby…. knowing that he’s unlikely to have taken our cat along on a wild mushroom outing… I realized with joy that his efforts have finally proven fruitful and we must have our own little morel patch of deliciousness right on our land!! This does, indeed, please me. =)
Yes, John… and so is Oklahoma. Though I’d rather have a patch of morels than a heifer…
That is all.