Friday, April 25, 2008
Today's hunt for morels
The thirty Spruce trees I had ordered arrived yesterday, so we had our work cut out for us, once I got back from my futile mushroom hunt.
There was a thirty per cent chance of rain, said the weather-guessers. We forged ahead, marking the planting site and measuring distance between holes. Light sprinkles began to fall on our heads, but we weren't fazed. Until the sprinkles became bigger drops and the temperature fell by about ten degrees. That's quite a drop if you're wet. We ducked in the shop a time or two until it let up, but finally Cliff said, "Let's just clean up and get our running done."
So we headed to Walmart. It was almost noon when we left home, so we were starving. So we ate Chinese. Cliff opted to take a vacation day from work.
Somehow we managed to spend $90 on groceries, and we didn't even buy any meat! Dear Lord, what's to become of us all?
Once home, we went back to the tree-planting, and finished at 6 P.M. Oh, my aching knees.