Lily of the valley
01/20/2025
Monama
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Thumbelina in a bell skirt
Every year at the end of April, beginning of May, we go looking for morels in our secret spots in the forest. Sometimes we're lucky and find a whole three kilos. But then there are days when it's like a spell. Not a single mushroom in sight!
The conditions are perfect, one day after the rain, the forest floor still slightly damp, but already spring-like warm.
With careful, small steps, we creep through the undergrowth for hours, our eyes fixed on the forest floor, scrutinizing every leaf. When we eventually give up on the mushrooms, we pack a bag full of wild garlic as a consolation so that at least we don't go home empty-handed.
And of course there are strict mushroom-picking rules - you have to be extremely careful when picking wild garlic so that no poisonous lily of the valley leaf sneaks in.
But I have to admit, as much as they are a thorn in the side of wild garlic pickers, I still love the little lily of the valley.
for me, Muguet are authentic lilies of the valley, still damp from the last rain, lining the forest path to the left and right. I could swear that a forest fairy is hiding in one of them.
They rise up between fields of green wild garlic and stand there like a tiny Thumbelina in a white bell skirt. For me, they exude a mesmerizingly full and sweet floral scent, yet transparent, fresh, bright and clear like a little jingle of bells.
A great feminine spring fragrance.
The conditions are perfect, one day after the rain, the forest floor still slightly damp, but already spring-like warm.
With careful, small steps, we creep through the undergrowth for hours, our eyes fixed on the forest floor, scrutinizing every leaf. When we eventually give up on the mushrooms, we pack a bag full of wild garlic as a consolation so that at least we don't go home empty-handed.
And of course there are strict mushroom-picking rules - you have to be extremely careful when picking wild garlic so that no poisonous lily of the valley leaf sneaks in.
But I have to admit, as much as they are a thorn in the side of wild garlic pickers, I still love the little lily of the valley.
for me, Muguet are authentic lilies of the valley, still damp from the last rain, lining the forest path to the left and right. I could swear that a forest fairy is hiding in one of them.
They rise up between fields of green wild garlic and stand there like a tiny Thumbelina in a white bell skirt. For me, they exude a mesmerizingly full and sweet floral scent, yet transparent, fresh, bright and clear like a little jingle of bells.
A great feminine spring fragrance.
