Neighbors

Yesterday, a smiling young man knocked on my back door. He had a red curly beard and mustache,
He shook my hand , and introduced himself has Adam. Honest. He told me that he, his wife, and two youg daughters lived in a house hidden in the woods on the south side of my farm. He said they had wondered about me for awhile. He asked me if I had given permission to hunt on my farm. I told him I hadn't posted it forbidden. Like all the farmer abound here, we dislike it when tthe deer roll around on the crops and smash them, so I was of two minds. He said he had seen hunters chimbing over my fence between our farms. I told him to post it forbidden if he liked. He was worried that a stray bullet mind strike one of his daughters. Actually, I often worried in hunting season when the guns were close that I might be hit while working in the yard. I'm on the fence about this risk. I invited him in and we talked a little about our families and the age of my farmhouse. He said he and his daughters were picking mushrooms in the woods. Today he appeared and asked I would like some mushrooms. This is just how neighbors are around here. I'm always embarrassed that I have nothing to give in return. My parents always has fresh product from the garden or canned jam my father made. He prided himself on his jam and jelly skills which was well deserved. It just hit me now that I should can marmalade from my fruit trees in Florida and bring it here to use for that propose. Any way, a digression there. He offered to go bring mushroom. I ventured to ask if he was experience at picking wild mushroom. He said he was. His father had taught him. I reminded him of the old expression: There are bold pickers, and there are old pickers, but there are no old, bold pickers. He left me his name and his families names and a phone number in case I needed help with anything. Off he went. Will he return with mushrooms. Probably. Will I dare to eat them. They might taste wonderful and I would have missed a chance to taste them. The other possibility is unthinkable. Would you eat them?