Yoga Berries and Chanterelles

Bet you never heard of yoga berries before.  And no, I am not confused, I am not speaking of the great Yankees catcher and manager Yogi Berra.  I am honestly talking about yoga berries.

You see, every morning I get up and spend about a half hour getting my body and mind in good condition with a little yoga.  It keeps me limber and flexible both mentally and physically.  When I woke up this morning, however, I knew there was something else I needed to do.  We had been gone for three days, right in the middle of the raspberry harvest!  I knew the canes were loaded, so without further ado I went out to the patch. 

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!

A Mushroom Hunting I Did Go

They tell me that it's morel time, so on this glorious spring morning I decided to go mushroom hunting.  I simply adore a properly butter-fried, lightly breaded, fresh morel!  So, I donned my big floppy hat and my sandals and sallied forth into the forest.