Without Even Trying

So, in the afternoon, after my lovely yet fruitless morning of mushroom hunting, we took a walk down to the creek for our first spring swim.  As I ambled down the road enjoying the wildflowers and the warm afternoon, I was suddenly stopped in my tracks.  There, in the rocky sandy soil piled up on the side of the road by our overzealous road grading crew, was a beautifully shaped, 4 inch tall morel!