Apologies for allowing our blog to languish these past few weeks. You know the drill: it’s been busy.
But we have some good news: Cameron is officially finished with his Middler year! That means only 1 year to go! (Does that make him officially a Senior?)
Things have finally been slowing down a bit for us. I’ve been finding time to actually read again. It seems that when I give myself an hour to sit and read, I am markedly less stressed overall. In fact, a couple of times this past week I had moments where I thought, “Hmm…what should I do now?” I forgot that was even something that could happen to a person. Happy to report: it does, on miraculous occasions.
Because of my new reading time, I’ve even been able to join a book club on campus. This month we are reading one of my favorites:
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
As it always does, reading this book gets me very excited about food. I mean, even more excited about food than I usually am. There is a chapter on morel mushroom hunting, an activity I had completely forgotten existed, so I was determined to do some foraging in these ample woods around campus.
Cameron was happy to join me so we headed out together yesterday afternoon (his first afternoon with “nothing to do!”). After about an hour with no luck, I was ready to believe we’d be going home with an empty mesh bag (Actually, I found two vintage soda bottles half-buried in the leaves, so at least we wouldn’t be literally empty-handed). Friends had already scoured these same areas, plus it was getting late in the season. We’d never been morel hunting before so we weren’t even sure if we were doing it “right.”
But there it was…
One lonely little mushroom poking above the leaves. I. Was. Giddy. I’m telling you, straight up little girl giddiness. I may have even let out a “squeeeee!!!” Going home with just one morel to fry up in the skillet was in my mind about as good as a morel feast. Then I turned around…
The three in this picture were among a patch of six or seven! Eventually we found a couple more patches and after two hours of foraging we were toting almost twenty morels.
It’s the little things, really. Some women get excited about diamonds…I get giddy over wild mushrooms.
Look at those beauties!
Almost a pound! A batch that size would sell for probably $30 at a farmers market. But we had other plans for our treasures…
These babies were destined for a cream sauce over chicken and rice.
After dinner we cleaned up and headed to the downtown Delafield Artwalk. There were tons of people there (Cameron estimated the entire town’s population was present). The art, food and music was pretty good, but it really made me miss the Flint Artwalks back home.
One of the shops in downtown Delafield is a chocolate/ice cream store with epically bedazzled caramel apples on display. The first time we saw them shortly after moving here, Cameron vowed that someday he would splurge and buy one for a special occasion.
Middler year of seminary: complete. Special occasion: now.
I don’t have a garden here, so I decided the next best way to get some dirt under my fingernails is potted herbs. I stuck with perennials that I will (try to) keep alive through the winter.
Here we are starring oregano, purple sage, thyme and chives. Plants are like tattoos…you always want more (I may be the only one who has ever said that actually). I am already itching to add to this little family…who knows, maybe I’ll go all out and try potted tomatoes. gasp.
Yes this post is finally nearing its end, I just have one more thing to share:
Photo by Jess Pollock
Elin and I played at the Oconomowoc Farmers Market this morning. We got rained out a bit but Elin was quick with her magical umbrella. It was fun.
The reality of our nephew’s health condition is still heavy on our hearts, and we have been so grateful for your outpouring of prayers. You can keep up with Gunnar’s progress at St. Jude’s in Tennessee on his Facebook page at Hope 4 Gunnar. You can also continue supporting the family financially at their GoFundMe page. Please pray especially for Kristie who is alone with Gunnar, far from family. This is one reason why supporting them financially is so important, to enable Kristie’s husband Ray to visit his son and wife.
The past few weeks have been hard and heavy. Receiving the gift of this refreshing, life-giving, soul-nourishing weekend has been a much needed respite. We are grateful.
And the mushrooms didn’t poison us.