Monama

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!...

Wisps of mist rise from the damp forest floor. A bubbling spring gurgles, the cool stream meanders through the moss. Inconspicuous angelica rises up on the bank. A forest spirit, a nymph, wanders barefoot through the misty autumn...