Greengreengreenmossandtheapplescentintheair...
I have found my forest-to-be. It's right behind my house, actually. It's not big. It has the sea, the rocks, big firs and pines and birches and other trees, and a small nature trail. And a bird tower (I need binoculars!). It felt like a forest that is loved. K. laughed at me when I told him about it, he was amused of the fact that when I lived here (I'm visiting him right now) I was worried that they were planning to build houses two kilometres away from here in my forest, and now I'm completely happy with "a half hectare's forest". But I saw a small hawk or an owl flying away with its prey, a black woodpecker, a big bird, presumably a stork landing to the bulrushes, a squirrel and heard a lot of other birds. And my heart almost jumped up to my mouth out of joy when I found it. The grenness. The great dark-glowing deep forest green moss that I stuck my nose into. A heavenly scent. A-whole-body-and-every-cell-filling happiness.
And I met a pine tree two hundred and fifty years old. *sigh* :)
Gathered some roots from a storm-bitten big fir, wondered around the allotment area, got almost drunk from the smell of apples, decided that if I see next time a nice-looking old lady bustling in her garden I'll ask her if I could have just one teeny tiny apple because I don't dare to steal apples there because it's such a lovely place and I bet they can't eat all the apples by themselves...and then I got a flu. Hmph.
And I met a pine tree two hundred and fifty years old. *sigh* :)
Gathered some roots from a storm-bitten big fir, wondered around the allotment area, got almost drunk from the smell of apples, decided that if I see next time a nice-looking old lady bustling in her garden I'll ask her if I could have just one teeny tiny apple because I don't dare to steal apples there because it's such a lovely place and I bet they can't eat all the apples by themselves...and then I got a flu. Hmph.