Rex’s Georgic: Hunting Morels in Last Year’s Burn

White whorls, three flags of trillium splash up from charred ground.  A Ponderosa’s boiled sap.  Sometimes even in the spring even after the long snows you can find a trunk still smoldering.     Puckett, you are the worst goddamn mushroom hunter I ever saw.  Like some drive-by mushroom hunter.  Look: Slug always finds his […]