It has been an extraordinarily mild winter in Crankyville, something for which I'm inordinately grateful. Even so, the return of spring-like weather brings a definite uptick in moods; even the irascible neighbour who calls out the gas company in the middle of the night for entirely ludicrous reasons stepped out of his front door with a smile on his face. Who says miracles no longer exist?
Along with warmer temperatures, we get plenty of this:
Which leads to rain and these beauties, yellow morel mushrooms (my favourites)!
Eventually, it will lead to more of this:
That's right, gardening season is just around the corner... which means (hide your eyes Mitchell) fresh from the garden cookery will commence! Oddly enough, I don't seem to be living up to my blog name very well just now, despite the political situation in the States. Ah well!
Florid, but appropriate:
Yes what was that Cranky thing all about?:):) Hug B
ReplyDeleteOh I'm still Cranky about a lot of things, just not about the warmer temperatures. =)
DeleteOh, I LOVE the cookery (and seeing my name, narcissist that I am). I just fall asleep 4 seconds into a recipe.
ReplyDeleteMitchell, mitchell, MITCHELL; there you go, all set up for the weekend!
DeleteI adore morels. I cook them with butter and garlic and toss over angel hair pasta.
ReplyDeleteSounds delicious Lisa!
DeleteMorels - we used to find them by the bucketsfull when we lived in Georgia. Heavenly.
ReplyDeleteI adore morels, can't hunt them anymore dagnabbit!
DeleteMy Rare One has her garden all planned out already. Oh, and she's purchased the seeds. Still at least 2 months away from planting though.
ReplyDeleteI'm planning, collecting, and applying compost.
DeleteHi Cranky
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Well hello Mr. Wheeler. =)
DeleteSpring must be great if it can make cranky neighbors relate
ReplyDeleteWe're fine, as long as we don't actually speak to one another.
DeleteI am so thankful for the easy winter.
ReplyDeleteYou need something to be easy in your life right now. *hugs*
DeleteI've never seen such mushrooms. How different life would be for us if we could complain about rain.
ReplyDeleteThey have such naughty colloquial names Andrew... When I was young the yellow morels were called peckerheads. Their smaller, greyish-brown cousins were called dog peckers.
DeleteYum yum?
Selectively Cranky. Which is just saving precious energy.
ReplyDeleteLove those mushrooms. And, like Andrew, long to be able to bitch and moan about the rain.
Right now, only politics is bringing out my truly Cranky nature.
DeleteI hope you and Andrew soon receive the rain you're longing for.
Crankyville! Love it. Also love the mushroom picture.
ReplyDeleteI need a big plate of mushrooms!
DeleteI could eat a ton of those mushrooms, followed by a dozen garden grown tomatoes. and I would die happy!
ReplyDeleteLeave room for perfectly ripe peaches, fresh from the tree!
DeleteI tried to listen to the Vivaldi, but the violin is just too squeaky to my ears, had to give up in less than a minute.
ReplyDeleteAre those mushrooms edible or merely decorative? They certainly are pretty.
Very much edible, River. In the 'you stepped onto my territory and stole one of my mushrooms so we're going to have to fight' category of edible.
DeleteTrue story.
I'm not supposed to tell...but my husband is trying to build up a habitat for morel mushrooms. We'll see if it works out.
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