Here in Michigan, May is a particularly busy month as we embark on the Great Morel Hunt. We take our mushroom hunting seriously and know how to celebrate this glorious rite of spring: there are morel mushroom festivals, hunts, walks, and culinary experiences galore.
But I wasn’t mushroom hunting this day. I was actually on a mission in Nunica Cemetery to find something unusual to photograph when I found this four-foot-high specimen lurking. I love the whimsy of someone buying and dragging a stone mushroom into the woods on the edge of the cemetery. It makes me feel connected to something significant I can’t name. Was it placed in proximity to a ‘shroom-hunter's final resting place? There are so many treasures to discover in cemeteries, and this May it was morels. Mission accomplished.