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mushrooms.” That is quite a good description and works for me. In outline, these mushrooms look like miniature versions of red cedars that march across Virginia fields. Morels range from three inches from ground to tip to the much desired larger ones which may be six inches high. They are hollow and, when large, invite stuffing. Pitted like a natural sponge, they are hard to find among the dead leaves on the woods’ floor. I find Morel hunting a bit like searching for Easter eggs. The first is hard to find out, but once the eye and the brain are cued in, they just pop out at one. The finding is usually accompanied by a yelp of delight whether one has a Morel-hunting partner or not.
Rural Virginia should be a good hunting ground for Morel hunters if the literature on the subject is correct. Many sources site old and abandoned apple orchards as a likely spot for Morels. I have never hunted for “little haystacks” in this kind of habitat, so can’t comment.
My own private hunting grounds have been in McLean. One was an old forest which had gone through the “pine” stage in which the evergreens had been shaded out by tulip trees, red maples and oaks. This was just off Old Dominion Drive, and I write about it with sadness. The area is now the location of million dollar homes set far too close to each other. The big trees are gone and, I assume, the Morels.
There was a Sunday afternoon in late April when Lee and I had been to a matinee of the Washington Opera. I don’t remember the opera but I do remember the Morels. We were both
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