Relative Something

Just as we planned, at the last minute before departing from the lake place, Cyndie and I went into the woods and dug up three bunches of trillium. When we arrived home, one of the first orders of business, after making sure the ice cream Cyndie brought back from West’s Dairy was safely in our freezer, was to get the trillium transplants in the ground in proximity to the batch of previously transplanted beauties.

As I was putting them in the ground, I was a little sad over the fact that a couple of them had tipped over, kinking the stem, and others looked droopier than I liked. Cyndie stopped by not too long after I had watered the area and found them looking much perkier. We’re hoping for the best.

Before all our attention moved to the trillium, we had our eyes opened to the presence of morel mushrooms growing near the gravel driveways up at the lake place. This was a complete surprise to us. Steve’s friends from Sweden had been on a walk and noticed the highly coveted wild shrooms.

Eva and Matilde had found seven of the distinctive honeycomb-like caps growing around a big old tree. Cyndie brought along a knife and cut and bagged our first batch ever, thanks to their sharp awareness. This has inspired us to be more observant in our woods at home, keeping our eyes open for the possibility of the edible fungus growing right where we live. Of course, we now also want to remember to keep watching for the proven presence of morels up at the lake.

It would be a shame not to take advantage of this valuable resource in our woods, especially if we can find them growing in both places.

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