As I was wandering through the forest last week someone crossed my mind.
My grandfather.
Visiting my grandparents as I kid I learned a few things about the forest.
He thought me what a good mushroom smells like.
what it looks like
and the best way to cut it so it will grow in the same place for you the next time around.
So many small things I have learned from him.
Every now and then the nostalgia hits.
Thinking of you deda.
