Live in the forest, live off the things the forest gives you, they said.
I we repair that rusty kettle we could have some nice plastic tea.
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The pear trees lost some of their leaves and most of their flowers. Good. The pears are wild – small, sour, and hard. Not something we'd eat, although the wasps love them.
The hail was quite unexpected. Luckily the grumbling of a coming thunderstorm gave us a short window of time to clear up the dried laundry and the freshly painted planks.
A piece of glass on top of a mole hill, near our only neighbour's house. People who lived here decades ago would throw out all the trash near the house – there was no trash pickup of any kind. When we walk here with our dogs we keep on finding excavated pieces of glass from broken bottle and jars on mole hills . We gather them and put them in one place. The collection is quite large now.
Although we generally have a drought there's still some water in the ditches on this side of a watershed. It might be a perfect place for the dogs to cool off, but the water smells of methane and hydrogen sulfide (that rottern egg smell), and so do the dogs, for a while. Then they're back to their standard muddy wet dog smell, which is OK.
A toll gate on one of our regular paths through the forest. Whenever we go here Pietruszka (the smaller one) jumps onto that decaying log and demands a treat to let us pass. Masza is not as bright as Pietruszka, but she often copies her friends' actions, and gets some treats too.
In Poland Easter Monday is basically another Sunday. We managed to do many things. Religious people who live here don't work. A friend had a minor accident doing some garden work one Sunday long ago and had to go to a hospital. The surgeon, learned that he was working on Sunday, treated the friend with utter disgust.
That small cluster of black pixels in grass at the edge of the forest is Moro, our fierce Polesian wolf.
This birch has fallen, but is not dead. It has become a house to ants who are swarming all around it.
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This guy must be crazy. Walking in a forest with dogs, holding a helium balloon on a string. What the fuck is wrong with people?
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A balloon, but not meteorological, Some kid must have had a great party until their happy cloud took off and left them crying. Poor kid, but not as poor as any wildlife that could have gotten entangled in the strings and died a long and painful death.
This was in the middle of a forest where, outside the mushroom season, we don't meet anyone. Definitely out of place. A piece of a spacex launcher? A meteorological balloon?
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Last year we found an old bottle of ink in those ruins. Unopened. Mady by Astra in Przemyśl. I guess I should get in touch with the manufacturer to determine when it was made.
Bruno is checking the moss-covered foundations of a house in a forest. It had been abandoned at least 30 years ago, so probably there's no food left.
Trees are turning yellow, so probably autumn is coming, though we expected spring. Oh, well, we'll see what happens next year.
Oops.
(No, Vuko did not break this tree that was hanging above the ground, supported by a smaller tree. I did, a moment earlier)
Two friends in grass on a wetland meadow. I think Masza wanted to bite off Vuko's head, but they like each other very much, so maybe I'm wrong and it's a just a show of affection (I'm rarely wrong)
