I quietly weep because it has been at least a decade since I've been home this time of year. And now, here is the proof that I missed the morel season by only a fraction of a week. Some of my most cherished memories involve roaming around in the back woods, eyes peeled for signs of this treasured, mysterious mushroom and then running home to cook them in a little butter and savor them on the back porch. Thanks, Mom and Pop Cheadle, for sharing this beauty with us! Now, if only I could share in eating it.