True Confession:  I love mushrooming, but in all the years I have done
so, I have never, until today, found a morel.

Thank you to Tyler for organizing a morel hunting trip in his morel sweet
spot!  The kids loved it too, but I must admit, I think they loved playing
in the nearby creek even more.

Here is Peter with two of the delicious morsels.

And, here is Adeline with the catch of the day.  Now to clean and cook
them.

It reminds me of a story G'ma Opal once told me.  She had gone down
Over the Hill to the creek to fish.  While she was climbing back up the
hill with her stringer of fish, she tripped and fell flat on the ground.  As
she lay there for a second, she glanced in front of her and she had
landed right by a group of morels.  She was thrilled!  She collected those
babies and took them home to eat with her fish.

Today was a delicious, warm, windy, sunshiny, woodsy, morely day!

This is one of my favorite pictures of some of my favorite people.
We all have one thing in common...we are short.  It isn't so obvious
here because we are all short and so there is no one tall to compare
us with.  Well, Tandy, is close to medium, but not quite there.

Something funny happened to me today as I was in and out of
stores and other places in Poplar Bluff.  Actually, two funny things
happened and it just so happened that they happened on the same
day.  And that is what makes it so funny...in an odd sort of way.

First, I was in line at Burger King.  In front of me, and ordering, was
a lady with a young boy.  He looked to be an older four or a younger
five year old.  They were dining in and so they were given a number
to put on their table.  The little boy was holding it, and he asked if
it was a big number (it happened to be 12).  Never shy of speaking up,
I said, "It's a pretty big number."  And, I smiled at him.  A minute or
so later, he looked at me again and said, "Are you a grown-up or a
kid?"  I had to laugh!  "I am a grown-up, but I am a very short grown-up!"

Not long after that, I was walking into the entrance at Wal-Mart.  A young
man was walking in and had a loud rap song playing on his phone.  He
stopped and motioned me to go in before him, and I smiled at him.  As
we got into the store, he said to me, "How old are you?  You are so short!"
I told him that I was knocking on 60, and he said, "No way!"

Maybe I am shrinking.  I always said that someday I would be just an oil
spot on the floor...like the grandpa in The Old Crippled Goose story that
dad tells.