Certain dogs have charmed my socks off. But 'charm' is not the word that first comes to mind when contemplating homo sapiens. There must be exceptions.
In fact it is easy to run into exceptional and charming people in early summer. That is the morel mushroom season. Every year I run into mushroom-mongers in the inland Northwest, and every year they amuse me. There is something wonderful about middle-aged and older adults acting as enthusiastic as puppies chasing a ball.
And they love to talk about their obsession. This year, an older couple drove by in a pickup and proudly showed their collection:
She held those mushrooms like they were nuggets of gold. They gave lots of advice on the right way to cook them up.
Early summer is so wonderful around here. Yes, I know an Arizona-like furnace will be here in a month. But let's enjoy paradise while we can.
The Little Salmon River was full of life:
My little dog was enjoying the view and the flowers at the summit of a mighty hill climb in the area:
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