Three Daffodil Springs

Two snowy winters, and an Easter egg in a Pine tree

On the cusp of a Midwestern morel-hunting season in May 1991, my husband and I flew to New Zealand to spend the (their) winter. We had the sense to make a few stops along the way - one in San Francisco, the other in Hawaii. We bought used winter clothes in Haight Ashbury, got sunburned in Hawaii (he did, not me), arrived in Auckland to a late autumn, an…