Some more morels to the story.


I am filled with such gratitude for the incredible network I am surrounded by and apart of. From superstars in my mycological world, to artists who have the skills to clean up my logo for t-shirts so I don't have to spend hours and hours in front of the computer, to writers, and single momma friends turning school busses into tiny homes. I feel like everywhere I turn on my social media and in my day to day life someone amazing whom I know personally, is doing really great things for the world. 

Tonight I would like to highlight my friend Nicholas Pouch, whom happens to be the most miraculous morel picker I know, not to mention a fantastic father, of which is saying a lot since I happen to believe I was raised by one of the greatest dads of all time.

Anyways I am getting side tracked... because of Nicholas, I have been able to start selling at the market 6 weeks earlier than I could have with my little greenhouse. That has given me 6 weeks to build up steady clients who are stoked for exciting mushrooms, and have more time start dialing in my micro greens. Plus I get the perks of munch on yummy morels every week and coming home with stellar trades from market. Yahoo.


I am grateful because he makes it possible and profitable for me to sell such incredible wild mushrooms, especially the ones that align with the name.

 Last fall I got clarity on why I realized why I am a fungal farmer over a forager. It became crystal clear as I flopped through the forest, slowly falling all over the place I definitely came to terms with the fact that in terms of fungi: wildcrafting will never be financially profitable for me.

The fulfillment that such adventures into nature provide to my soul far surpasses anything money to give me though. Spending hours in the woods searching and communing with my plant and fungal allies always fills me in ways I could have never expected, such glorious medicine cannot be measured. And I am always able to bring enough home to share with those closest to my circle. 


So with that I sign out for the night with this continuation of overflowing gratitude. And if you want some of the special morels, come say hi on Saturday. I will be slinging them at the Port Angeles Farmers Market. 


~Lily the Mycomomma Pirate

Full tilt boogie

It’s 9:33 pm and I really should have started my evening write a while ago but I swear ever since I started this blog it’s been full tilt boogie! 

Wednesday April 4th a group of businesses students started helping me solidify the foundation for my business plan and I was in a hurry to clean out my greenhouse for their arrival that Friday to meet them at give them a brief rundown on how to grow mushrooms, aka send them home with their own bags to fruit. Thankfully that got postponed so it’ll be happening on the 23rd instead, but it did get my behind in gear.

I’ve had the most productive road trip of all time last Tuesday; picking up 4 new cultures, 10# of Wild Morels and at least 100 pounds of spawn. Plus 5 new cultures arrived in the mail today yahoo! Sold out at the farmers market my first market of the season! Yahoo. 


 I have also started my bio-luminescent spawn for the science fair, started growing microgreens, and spirulina, chatted with someone about financing and took care of a 92 year old 60 hours a week a three year old 24/7, petsitted at two places, all while my uterus has been vacating it’s previous incarnation.

Things coming up include: mad dash to Seattle tomorrow for Cordycep Cultivation class with the great William Brown of MycoSymbiotic, more Morels Wednesday, meeting the students on the 23rd, science fair the 28th, Barter Faire May 18th and looking forward to the two continuing ed classes coming up for me in death doula and co-op creation (interesting spectrum eh?!).

Despite bouts of exhausting I’m feeling great and looking forward to the projects, learning and adventures ahead! I’m so grateful for this overflowing life. And in case you were worried... I think I'm doing a pretty good job at balancing this out with fun, and quiet tea sipping, ice cream munching, hot tub soaking down time.  

MushLove from this silly mycopirate momma.  

Work hard play harder, and eat well.