A few weeks ago by now (I’m quite busy at the moment hence the silence and the still-catching-up) my Mum came to visit and I took her to Eilenriede, our city forest.
We found the lawn maze. I can’t wait to see it in Winter covered with snow and once it thaws, too.
I went to forage for beech nuts, too. It was one of the last chances this year and they were just there for my taking! When I scurried from spot to spot, eagerly digging through the fallen leaves I said to my Mum, “I feel like a squirrel when I do this”, and she answered without any hesitation, completely deadpan: “You are a squirrel. You just have forgotten about it.”
So I might be a squirrel reincarnated after all.
We already peeled the nuts and dried them to use them in baking and maybe in pesto-making once the wild garlic starts growing again. The Old English word for wild garlic is Hramsa, by the way, doesn’t that sound great?I hope you all had a great week. Have an even better one come Monday!