The Morel of the Story the black morel foraging trifecta:moisturetemperaturetrees & I reckon a spring-sproutingdouse of luck is necessary too& keeping your eyes ground-ward& your hope skyward your brain will feel awkwardwhen it registers the fungiclearly a very long lost cousinof its gooey-folded form C tells me you have to cleanthem well, they’re filled withbugs:… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 2