Mother's Day Weekend

You know it's mushroom season when you see morels when you close your eyes to sleep.

This Mother's day weekend started with a cool saturday morning mushroom hunt. Mike and I, plus his brother Pat, spent hours trudging through the woods on a cushioned carpet of moss and pine needles with little result. The scent of pine needles and the previous nights rain was in the air so it was pretty peaceful until a cute little chipmunk ran out in front of me and making me scream. Twice. Please don't judge me.
We had much better luck after lunch.  Mike and Pat picked up a few sub sandwiches and enjoyed them picnic style by the lake. After that, we set out with a refreshed outlook. Our searching was much more successful.  the three of us found a couple of pounds of morels and even more pheasant backs. Which are a recent favorite by the way. We wrapped up our mushroom hunt by late afternoon.  In time to stop in and wish our mothers a happy Mother's day and spend a relaxing night at home.

Then, early Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of Mike's creaking footsteps going down the stairs to run some 'secret' mother's day errands. I got out of bed to start my day but when my husband returned he scolded me to get back into bed. Apparently I ruined all of his breakfast in bed plans by waking up an hour too early. It was a sweet gesture so I went back to bed until my scrambled eggs and french toast was ready. After breakfast, Mike was nice enough to do the dishes. He even helped Layla pick a bouquet of lilacs for me. We wrapped up our day with plates full of Mike's home made spaghetti with cheesy garlic bread and lounged in front of the tv.