We all know that treasure can mean different things to different people — the good news is that my son Teddy and I found some treasure, the bad news is that it wasn’t morel mushrooms. The taunting payload odes on social media have died down now, and I’m ready to admit defeat. I looked in all the right places, at all the right times; I battled with pollen, toddlers and ticks. I wrestled my own waning enthusiasm and stepped in poop more than once. The mushrooms mocked me this year. Played hard to get.