For mothers day I requested a morel hunt. In years past we have only found them by chance, not with intention. But mothers day luck would have it I suppose, and we found three juicy ones. There is little outside that doesn’t merit some type of bow in gratitude. It all makes my heart flutter- even the giant pile of manure (wait maybe especially the giant pile of manure). There is so much growing on the forest floor, in the garden, and around my house, every morning is a surprise. So glad for spring!