The morels are up. Well actually, barely plural as we have only found two so far.
In the 12 years we have lived here, we have found morels only twice; two years ago and this year.
One of the reasons for finding them only recently may have been, (as the song goes) looking for them in all the wrong places.
The very first one I found by stepping on it in the gravel path.
This is not what one would consider prime morel habitat.
The one on the lower right was stitched into this photo to show them both in the same frame but was actually just at the edge of the path. It was about a half inch high when I spotted it. I then looked down at my feet and saw the other about an inch from my shoe, almost exactly where we found them two years ago.
We left them to see how much they would grow and how fast. One week later the larger one was harvested and shown in the above picture and the little one is now about 2" high. I was surprised to learn how slowly the grow.
As a personal note, I have never tasted a fresh out of the ground truffle, but have tried them canned, dried and as fresh as a plane can get them to Chicago and can honestly say, they are not even in the same ball park as morels. The French can play their games and the snobs can pay $30 a gram for them but I agree with what P.T. Barnam said about suckers.