
We were visiting in the hospital recently and an older gentleman from our congregation, who is from West Virginia, had been talking to a relative on the phone. His relative told him of how he had been mushroom hunting. Wow!!! Some wonderful memories flooded my mind!! I LOVE to hunt and eat freshly grown mushrooms!!! But we're now city people. We really do love the city. However, I haven't seen a corn field in months, that I can remember. I remember going mushroom hunting with my dad in those southern Indiana woods. He was great at finding mushrooms. He has a lot of patience for it. Matter of fact, he went hunting with some friends a few days ago. He was walking behind the others and he was finding the ones they were passing up! :-) Well, it wasn't enough, at the hospital, to hear about someone finding a mess of 'em. My sister told me yesterday about the new blog of one of her best friends. I sauntered on over, via bloggerland, and wa lah! She had been mushroom hunting, and had a picture of the ones she had found!!! They were BEAUTIFUL!! Talk about mouth-watering envy!!! :-) Not really, at least I got to see a picture of one. Marsha's post is very worth the read!!! I loved it!