I spent a little time, yesterday afternoon, exploring some of the wilder parts of the farm. It's one of my favorite things to do at this time of year and goes hand in hand with foraging.
Early May is the perfect time to explore the woods between Maven Haven and the pond. It is here, at this point in spring, that I usually find morel mushrooms.
With farm chores and household chores finished for the afternoon, I put on my tall boots and headed out into the woods.
The pigs were in the front pasture,
contentedly grazing. Most of the other animals were napping.
As I approached the woods, a squirrel chitter-chatted from a nearby tree.
Bees were busily buzzing from blossom to blossom on the wild honeysuckle.
I set my sights on the forest floor, looking for just the right shade of brown. A-hah!... there it was... exactly what I had hoped to see... a beautiful, delicious morel mushroom.
To give you an idea of their size, here is my basket next to brown Sammie.
They will be perfect in a spring omelet made with Havarti...