Sunday. Sun. And our woods are filled with tyttebær (lingonberries)
After breakfast we packed a backpack with coffee and lefse and walked out into the forest right behind the House in the Woods. In an area with newly cut trees we found them. The red berries. Tyttebær.
Hours where the back and knees were bent, eyes seeking the tiny red berries. When I closed my eyes last night all I could see was tyttebær. Sitting down on two tree stumps with our coffee. Our words. Our togetherness. The first geese flying over us. They are gathering up now to fly south. Life goes on.
Later we sat out in the Blue Garden, cleaning the berries.
Even later my parents came and had dinner with us, still out in the garden. Aged 83 and 80 they had been on their own tyttebærtur (lingonberri hike......google has no English word to translate bærtur, the hike where the purpose is to pick wild berries, bærtur, a words used all the time by Norwegians at this time of the year)
Nature close by, a nature we can harvest freely from. Indian Summer.
No place like my place just now!