when i was in school and we had summer holidays my mum, my sister and i always went for vacation at my grandmothers house. it’s right next to the forest. when you wake up you drink the worst coffee but you love it because you can drink it in the garden, surrounded by many different sorts of flowers and plants. you could wander through the garden and have a whole meal just made out of berries and other fruit. before lunch we’de go into the forest and look for mushrooms. we spent hours between tall trees and on the ground finding blueberries and wild raspberries. my sister and i built tipies out of fallen branches and played wild kids.
i miss that.
i now there are woods around vienna… but it’s just not the same. i want my forest, with my mushrooms, my trees and my fern. selfish but true.
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