a ray of light strikes ruby -
plump, wild strawberry.
Earlier this week found us closeted inside, watching the rain come down in sheets. Or, as they say here, il pleut des cordes - it rains ropes. It was badly needed, everywhere around is so dry. In the forest, sphagnum moss had dried brown and fallen away from rocks, leaves of trees and shrubs were covered in dust, muting their colours.
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| Il pleut des cordes |
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| Rain tracks in the forest sands. |
A few days of rain has made a world of difference. Everything is sparkling clean. Even the sphagnum is green and springy once more. We hope that a decent rain and then some sunshine, will bring mushrooms. Alas, there are none to be found - where we are looking anyway. But we find edible treasure of a different kind - wild strawberries. So tiny but so full of flavour, we find them in quite a few places throughout the forest.
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| Aha ! |
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| Tiny red globules - best seen from down low, they hide under the leaves. |
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| Wild strawberry a.k.a fraise du bois |
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| And no, Neil doesn't have a skin disease, that's climbing chalk. |
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words by Gabby, photos by Neil and Gabby
We used to grow those wild strawberries or Alpine strawberries at Cliff Rd. They were tiny but so sweet. How lovely to find them in the forest.
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