This of course takes a practiced eye, of which I did not immediately possess. Suddenly the orchard looked very large, and the asparagus...not at all. After randomly stumbling upon some green stalks, I then understood its nature, and the asparagus showed itself to me.
Once I got warmed up, I sure my harvest could have been more abundant, but my shoes were so muddy they were the weights tied to my feet.
After Dave let us pick the asparagus, he was kind enough to show us his real passion - his cows. They were all talkative and greeted us with exuberant lowing. I'd have shown you the two impressive styles of bulls, but they were too busy giving us the "what for" while rounding up the girls.
The next day I went on a morel hike with some experienced mushroom guides. Again, a big forest, and the mushrooms, very shy. Although I found only four, it's hard to complain about spending a temperate day in the woods with impassioned mushroom identifiers.
Hello little morel...I see you. I Spy with my little eye!
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