In the midst of mushroom season I am occasionally torn on how to spend my afternoons. If the mushrooms are popping, and the weather is perfect for woodland strolling, why would I do anything but hunt them? Well, because this happens to coincide with cherry blossom season Up North, which is truly a sight to behold.
Each spring (well, except last spring which was simply broken) the orchards in the counties surrounding the Grand Traverse Bay explode into bazillions of blossoms, more or less at the same time. It’s the only kind of “snow” in spring that I genuinely look forward to, and since I’ve got some mushroom-loving family on their way to my house right now, I figured I could spare yesterday afternoon for a blossom outing.
In the midst of an orchard
And then this happened:
It’s no Torch Lake dressed in Caribbean coloration, but it’s not too shabby either.
Further signs it’s spring in northern Michigan, in case you weren’t convinced:
Are you morel hunting this weekend or perhaps sitting like my smug cat in the sun? You can guess where I’ll be!