We had a lovely long weekend (Oh, I do SO wish every weekend was a long weekend!) and on Monday we decided to go for a hike to look for Morel mushrooms. We headed to an area nearby that had burned last summer hoping that we might find some there. We walked. We saw Marmots (can you see two of them on the top of the log pile?).
We searched some more. We enjoyed a new-to-us hiking spot. We saw a blue bird that I've yet to identify (at first I thought it was a Lazuli Bunting but I'm not quite sure now) and we almost literally came upon this Hairy Woodpecker. I was close enough to see that his front feathers were no longer white but a silver-grayish from rubbing up against the charred trees.
We found beautiful wildflowers - Chocolate Lilies, Indian Paintbrush and some Arrowleaf Balsam Root and wild strawberries in bloom (we'll have to come back when they are fruiting).
We walked some more. No Morels. We found Miner's Lettuce to munch on. We saw one single wild rose in bloom - it was tucked up against a charred log in a sheltered spot, the rest were still tightly wrapped buds.
And while we could have been disappointed that we didn't find any mushrooms I think it makes far more sense to delight in what we did find.
A carpet of Arnica in bloom. Gorgeous. So while it may be true that (in the wise words of Mick Jagger) you can't always get what you want...we certainly were happy to find beauty in what was.