As we were talking the other morning about his springtime hobby my oldest son said, “It’s
the thrill of the hunt.”
The thrill of the hunt. He must have gotten that from me.
We smiled over that.
After lunch, my two sons and I went to a near-by woods.
The wild Blue Bells covering the slope greeted us on the path, mingled with last year’s leaves, broken branches, stumps and full growth trees.
After lunch, my two sons and I went to a near-by woods.
This was a sanctuary.
My oldest son has a degree in Forestry.
“Look closely around the base of half rotten tree trunks.
Especially Elms and Ash trees. Morels love that environment.”
Crouching down, he modeled to my other son and me how to carefully scan the area beneath these trees to look for these particular mushrooms.
Trees marked with lightening burn marks, trees with wood pecker holes in them, trees that were half dead. “This takes patience.” He said.
Crouching down, he modeled to my other son and me how to carefully scan the area beneath these trees to look for these particular mushrooms.
Trees marked with lightening burn marks, trees with wood pecker holes in them, trees that were half dead. “This takes patience.” He said.
Pointing to a tiny white flower he bent down and touched
it. “These are Dutchman’s Britches”. I’ve never heard of those, but he knew
them and sure enough they did resemble upside down white britches.
Here we were, standing and walking, looking and
crouching in the midst of beauty. An unexpected detour in an ordinary day.
The birds singing in the canopy.
My son pointing out a huge oak.
He could name these trees just looking at the way the bark ran up the side.
Not surprising for a Forestry expert.
And three indigo birds just sitting on a branch within our view not caring that we were there at all.
The birds singing in the canopy.
My son pointing out a huge oak.
He could name these trees just looking at the way the bark ran up the side.
Not surprising for a Forestry expert.
And three indigo birds just sitting on a branch within our view not caring that we were there at all.
After about an hour and a half the breeze had died down
and the sun had become warm. No Morels were found today.
We all agreed there was no loss though. A walk in the
woods on a glorious day is gift in itself.
Have a glorious weekend, friends!
Linking up today with The Weekend Brew!
Beautiful! Glad I stopped in from the weekend brew. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteThanks Renee for stopping by to share in the beauty!
DeleteHow wonderful! I'd love to walk in the woods with someone knowledgeable - to point out the small treasures just as your son did! Visiting from The Weekend Brew.
ReplyDeleteOh my, it was such a blessing to me! Orchestrated by God Himself!
DeleteThanks for sharing your walk! To enjoy God's creation and beauty and you son is a sweet gift. from Weekend Brew
ReplyDeleteYes, Linda, such an unexpected blessing that day. I had no idea I would be entering such a sanctuary that day!
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