Sans soil.
Every day, for weeks now, a marine layer swamps the coast so far this spring, cool and sometimes spritzing.
I wake to the rhythmic tap of fog drip falling through the rain gutters.
May 5 morels.
Measurable precipitation has fallen in downtown Santa Barbara in April and May; one of the driest places on the littoral. It’s been scant and not much, barely registering, but some nonetheless, enough.
Temperatures in the 60s and prolonged moist conditions have provided for an extended flush of morels.
A second crop of morels, so far as I’ve seen, sprouted most recently toward the end of April and are still holding fresh into this first week of May, with tiny caps yet still on the rise.
A remarkable happening, when in many years we fail to find any, and go long periods of time without.
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