a place to rest

By featherafield

Morels

The picture isn't that great but the morels were smashing. I had them for breakfast, (sautéed in butter with pepper & salt in a cast iron pan) with a fried egg from our own chickens. I savoured every bite. It is these moments of pleasure that one cannot buy. My life at present has many of these moments and I am fortunate for them all.

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