A Montage to the Morel
The cutest mushroom.
When we were kids - around age eight - my best friend Carmie’s parents Bill and Barb would take us all out to hunt for morel mushrooms. I remember railroad tracks, poking around in the leaves with long sticks, and experiencing a feeling like that of finding Easter eggs in the backyard when one of us would find a morel hiding under a log, leaf, or grass.
