The spot on our 5 acres where we have found the most Morel Mushrooms this year and last, is by this Old Apple Tree, mostly on the sunny/south side, hidden among the fallen leaves and weeds.
There are many theories on where best to find Morels, and one of them is in an old apple orchard.
When I search the ground around this Tree, she creaks and groans. She is half dead, poor thing, and this crack gets a wee bit bigger every breezy day. In fact, I sometimes fear I might die with her when she creaks especially loudly and I'm on her leaning side.
There have been Racoon babies nesting in the hole at the top of the running crack.
You can see below that she still leafs and flowers in her old age, but only in part.
I wonder what this chicken wire was for. Back in our farm's working days, the area around Old Apple Tree seems to have been a pasture. Maybe this was part of a fence.
Thank you, Dear Old Sister, for the fruit you gave before our time, for the Morels we have found at your feet, for your shade, for sheltering Racoon mama's young ones. And when you fall, I hope I am nearby to hear you, but please, don't take me with you!