Magic In The Forest

The mighty Shade River

Photo by Jorma Kaukonen

Vanessa and I drove the Mule down to the river, parked it and set out for a nice hike. It’s still early spring so the multi-floral rose has yet to conquer the woods and it’s too cold for snakes.

The Mule waits patiently…

Photo by Jorma Kaukonen

There is always a treasure hunt going on in the woods this time of year

Morels… the treasure of the forest

Photo by Jorma Kaukonen

Yeah… over at the old farm on Kingsbury Rd. I knew where to look We had twenty five years there so there was time to find the secret places. Better late than never I say!

If you just know where to look! 🙂

Photo by Jorma Kaukonen

So last night along with the roasted chicken, Morels, breaded with Radical Sprinkle (right from the FPR Company Store) and fried in butter. Not exactly health food… but boy is it delicious! The first find on the Fur Peace Ranch Property in more that a quarter of a century!

Question: Where did you find those morels?

Answer: Oh… in the forest!

And there’s trillium and fiddlehead too

Photo by Vnessa Kaukonen

We won’t be eating these…

Photo by Vanessa Kaukonen

Not quite primeval… but pretty darn nice to have in your ‘backyard.’

Photo by Vanessa Kaukonen

Last but not least:

We’ll be there! Will You?
  1. carey georgas
    April 17th, 2021 at 10:48 | #1

    Spotted a wild violet in that last pic. They’re blooming in my yard, too. Life springing forth. You know I’ll be there tonight. Can’t hardly wait!

  2. carey georgas
    April 17th, 2021 at 12:16 | #2

    Correction. Fourth pic.

  3. johno
    April 17th, 2021 at 13:35 | #3

    Thanks for the walk in the woods in Spring.
    Beautiful pictures. Especially the morels.
    Vanessa, thanks for keeping Jorma happy and healthy.

  4. John B
    April 17th, 2021 at 13:59 | #4

    “And where the air smelled like snakes we’d shoot with our pistols …….” John Prine:

  5. JB
    April 17th, 2021 at 14:28 | #5

    Did ya bring your fishing rod?

  6. April 17th, 2021 at 15:44 | #6

    We’re downstream from a dairy farm. Take a wild guess. 🙂

  7. April 17th, 2021 at 15:45 | #7

    When you smell cucumbers in the forest, there are copperheads nearby.

  8. richard
    April 17th, 2021 at 21:06 | #8

    Thank you for sharing the pictures.Beautiful

  9. JB
    April 17th, 2021 at 22:34 | #9

    Jorma- Stocked with “Brown Trout” 😉

  10. HowardH
    April 18th, 2021 at 09:09 | #10

    Thank you for the excellent Quarantine Concert #45 last night. A very happy birthday to Clarence Gatemouth Brown, RIP. He was right, he knew.

  11. carey georgas
    April 18th, 2021 at 10:50 | #11

    Accent on the first syllable, right?

  12. Ed
    April 18th, 2021 at 10:51 | #12

    And the copperheads love cicadas. After waiting 17 years for this feast they’ll be hungry.
    They chow down mainly at night, but once the cicadas start emerging the copperheads won’t be far behind.

  13. carey georgas
    April 18th, 2021 at 10:55 | #13

    Adds a different twist to the concept of “farm raised” fish, don’t it?

  14. Jim Bacon
    April 19th, 2021 at 09:19 | #14

    That’s so cool Jorma, morels… the forests here are alive with wild cherry and a host of other beautiful bloomer – willows are also very pretty – wish I could visit – J

  15. Michael Fallon
    April 19th, 2021 at 17:46 | #15

    Thanks for number 45. Great to see the finale with Izze and Myron joining the old man!

    Can you please clairfy the line in ‘Bar Room Crystal Ball, please?
    I’m hearing ‘some hysteric end’ Such a great tune and want to work it into my next jam session with friends. (I guess I can always fake it. Ernie Hawkins taught me that)

    And we’ll see you in early May near Pittsburgh!

    thanks to you and Vanessa for all the work,

  16. April 19th, 2021 at 18:34 | #16

    Here you go Mike!
    Bar Room Chrystal Ball
    Jorma Kaukonen

    Early this morning someone hot on the line
    Says me and my friends are downtown, drinking wine
    Trying to help me but they ain’t got time
    To see which way I’ve fallen

    Well this sawdust’s feelin’ fine, and my body sure don’t mind
    This solitary flying,
    Past summer’s stare again,
    I don’t remember when

    This morning feels as if it’s still a part of night
    And the dream I had before the last is out of sight
    But what I feel between us now gives you the right
    To see how far I’ve fallen



    One more line before me gonna see me pass
    Into the realm of pure imagination last
    Before the unsung shower of a lightning blast
    Around the house that’s fallen


    Now I see the form that’s silent on the floor
    And nothings gonna be the way it was before
    Still I feel the shadow from the pistol’s roar
    Above the head that’s fallen