You may recall my earlier post about finding immense pleasure when walking in the woods looking for morel mushrooms. My point was that you don't have to always succeed in your original quest, life has many twists and turns and adult ADD only heightens the pleasure experienced around each corner.
Well...my beautiful daughter Grace, who herself takes more twists and turns in five minutes than any one human should experience in a day, stayed quite focused, and found a mushroom within 30 seconds of getting to our honey hole. Here she is with a tiny morel that has long since been battered, fried, and consumed.
We had been looking all along the path on our way to the secret location first stumbled upon by Larry Cline. Here you can see her looking diligently, walking stick and collection pail in hand. I really felt as though I was doing a more thorough job, in between snapping pictures, and was sure I was going to win this collection competition.
However, within minutes of finding this first mushroom, life (or Grace) changed direction and bloodroot became the coveted prey. Within five minutes she had three or four in hand and was ready to head back. That left me without so much as a pecker head mushroom to my credit.
I have been out at least four times and only have two mushrooms. Grace has half that total in 5 minutes. I argue she is closer to the ground and they are easier for her to spot. Now if I can just get her out more often, we could have a bona fide feast.