Mr. Claus is an avid mushroom picker. He can find morels where nobody else can. We've had some mighty tasty meals in our married life. He's always wished they grew in our yard like fairy rings do, so every time we clean them we dump the water and trimmings in the grass. I think something finally took:
Here it is in a better perspective, next to my 5 and 6 year old grandsons' hands:
This one will NOT be picked but left in the hope that it has babies.
on camping: a conversation with my kids
4 days ago