Morels

Hidden treasure awaits,

Come, take a peek,

Don't tempt the fates

By resisting temptation to seek.

Where find this treasure?

You certainly will ask,

And I with pleasure

Am equal to the task,

As into the forest we trek.

From damp floor to mossy tree,

Our eyes blur as we continually inspect

Amongst leaves, the certain lee,

For certain characteristic wrinkle,

Soft, moist, smelling earthen,
Nurtured by rain's sprinkle,

Sun's warmth the grounds unburthen.

Stooping, we carefully pluck,

Not disturbing a single asci cell,

Counting the bounty of our luck,

The delectable, edible, precious morel.

@ vegiemama of Home-N-Vegie-Blog

Camping

Rain or shine, all is fine
When away from home we roam.
We pack meals in our home on wheels
Clothing, things we use, even our shoes!
Playing cards, perusing the bards,
Swimming, sightseeing, but no water skiing.
History abounds, from ships to Indian mounds.
A camping foray is our favorite way to play.

@ vegiemama of Home-N-Vegie-Blog