A Walk In The Woods

Cottonwood

 Across from our five acre lot lives a forest.  It isn't very big and it technically falls under the jurisdiction of my sister and brother-in-law, but it calls to me in the spring.  Fifteen acres of maple, cotton wood, elm, and poison ivy and I love it.  I only haunt the woods in the spring, mainly because during the winter it is too cold to go on a leisurely walk and during the summer I am too frantic with getting things done in the garden to actually take the time for an amble.....but ambling in the spring is ideal. 

There are many of us that get sucked into the wooded lots in Iowa at this time of year and there is one particular thing that many of us are after.....the ever elusive Morel mushroom.

Trametes versicolor

If you have never eaten a Morel that has been sauteed in butter and seasoned with Cavender's greek seasoning then, quite honestly, you haven't really lived.  But only half the fun is eating them.  The other half is the hunt. 

Hunting for a Morel is a definite challenge.  There are many times, while walking through the woods, that I think it would be much easier to hunt animals than mushrooms.  So far this year I have come across rabbits, turkeys and deer, but the mushrooms have been very scarce.  Morels are a fickle mushroom, like many of their fungi friends, they need exacting conditions of temperature, moisture and humidity in which to grow and for all the research that I have done on these mushrooms, no one seems to have a very good handle on exactly what makes them tick.  Therefore, I constantly walk in the woods. 

I usually start sometime near the beginning of April.  Not because I think that they will actually be out yet, it is entirely too early for them to show up, but it is nice to just walk and notice the changes that take place as spring emerges.  There are many times when walking through the woods that I don't actually look down at the ground for mushrooms at all, but rather at the trees and the state of their buds.  I make note of the trees that have fallen during the winter and marvel at the number of deer trails that have emerged like small highways making the paths through the forest that much clearer.  I note the level to which the garlic mustard, an invasive plant, has taken over the woods and I ponder at what point there will come a virus or bacterium that will infest this noxious plant and render it less obnoxious to the forest flora.  I walk with folded arms most of the time to avoid touching all the small twigs of trees that grow two or three feet off the ground for I have learned that these are poison ivy plants that haven't leafed out yet and although they don't have leaves they are still poisonous and will give a person a tremendously horrible rash.  I listen to the song birds calling and to the frogs chirping in the wetlands just to the north of the woods.  The smell of earth and dirt is strong in the woods in the spring - all the slowly rotting vegetation and leaf molds from the previous fall make the earth very spongy under foot.

All it takes is looking down a little closer at all the vegetation and suddenly mushrooms of every kind and color become visible.....all of them that is, except the Morel. 



Trametes versicolor



Puff Ball



Devil's Urn



Morels are elusive.  I picture them being very similar to leprechauns - there one minute, but gone the next.  They blend in with the leaves that cover the ground and they hide in the tall grass or the rose bushes.  I feel sometimes as though I am trying to "sneak up" on them so that they won't know that I am looking for them.  Sometimes I feign nonchalance while walking through the wood in the hopes that they will be lulled into a sense of security and come out of hiding.  When the time is right....they do.  It usually happens when I have decided to take a quick jaunt through the woods without something to carry any finds home in - those are the days that the mushrooms are many in number as though mocking my ability to hold them all on the way home. 

There is essentially something very satisfying about finding edible things in the wild that you know are incredibly delicious and safe to eat - it fills some long distant hunter/gatherer instinct of being able to know, recognize, and appreciate the earth's bounty.  And the walk through a peaceful, transcendent woods gives perspective and hope that there really is a little magic left in the world.