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There is a certain smell that enters the wood at this time of the year, some inner stirring of a recognized scent ..and I cannot resit walking into the woods, where the moss meets just the right amount of grass, where fir trees spread their height and only a few silver birches mingle inbetween .. thats where the wildest edible mushrooms like to make their homes for the season
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I grew up gathering wild mushrooms with my father teaching me the way of the woods, how to orient myself to aways keep the way home in the small of my back each time i took a turn to a well-hidden fungi hidden in the bushes
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when peeking this close around natures floor.. the tiniest of creatures make themselves known
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and faries can be heard giggling high up underneath their little umbrellas ..
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caught out by the setting sun .. an afternoons harvest
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prepared with a little melted butter ..wild edible mushrooms friend with a hint of garlic and a sprinkling of naughty nutmeg
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served with scrambled egg and mashed potatoes...and a side helping of dilled peas ... hmmm memories of childhood wonders recaptured
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A harvest of homegrown pumpkins gathered in the moonlight
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all in all a perfect day ending in a perfectly beautiful night
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♥ milliande
