Morels, Mesick Mushroom Festival, and a Moral
The morels are late to the north woods this year, but the 25 I found were young and fresh. Immature, even. Just barely poking up in spots touched by sunshine. With moisture from the recent rains, and the melted late snow-pack; the earth is like the softest of carpets, spongy and alive.
Creating Income to Live on the Road
My year-long From Nest To Life journey has eaten away at my bank account. It’s been costly, but not nearly as much as you might think. April has been a time to work, create, and sell, sell, sell. It’s all about creating income to live on the road.