This is a special memory from my own childhood.
Recently I’ve seen many pictures of crab apple trees blooming and they bring childhood memories flooding back. Springtime always reminds me of some of the fun things we did with Daddy as little girls growing up on that big farm.
Remember the crab apple orchard that we were always careful to keep the horses out of? About this time of year, Daddy would take Judy and me back to that crab apple orchard to pick morel mushrooms. According to The Great Morel website old apple orchards are one of the best places to find these amazing treats! But even if you know where they grow and what you are looking for it is really difficult to spot them – they are very camouflaged. So Daddy would point them out and we were “supposed” to take turns picking them and putting them in the bucket that he would carry. Judy cheated! She would conveniently forget she picked the last one but we still had fun and it was time spent with Dad. When we were exhausted, we would take them home to mom who would wash them, dredge them in flour and fry them up in butter! She didn’t even like them – more for us!
Then there was the asparagus that had somehow sprouted up along the lane that went back to the gravel pit. Daddy was so excited but wouldn’t let us pick any of it for the first 2 years. I was so happy and it was such a fun adventure when we could finally start picking it! We weren’t allowed to use knives like he did and I remember him teaching us how to snap off the spears near the ground. Such fun!
I would like to forget the rhubarb that grew at the end of the cornfield. I hated rhubarb! I wouldn’t even participate in going with Dad and Judy to pick it. It really was beautiful in the field and it did smell wonderful while it was being baked into a pie – but it tastes disgusting! I used to get so aggravated that something could smell so good and taste so bad. It was torture having to smell the aroma of a baking pie for over an hour and then not get to eat it. What a waste of perfectly good piecrust!
I’m sure springtime was hard for Dad what with working a full time job and trying to take care of the farm and the planting but for us springtime on the farm was always fun.
PS One of the few thing California lacks is Morel mushrooms! I do miss them!