We enjoyed wonderful sunny days from the middle of July. However, nights were unusually cold.
If you love wild mushrooms hunting (as we are) you know that mushrooms need warm and rainy nights to grow.
Sure, we knew it. But every morning we took our baskets, put knives in them (you must cut mushrooms with great love) and went hunting,
An hour and a half in the woods were terrific but no mushrooms greeted us for a long time.
This morning I got up early and went for a hunt with great hope. The weather was terrific. I enjoyed fresh air and beauty of the woods and suddenly I saw something I was dreaming about (see below).
Wonderful fresh noble mushrooms were on the right side of my path! I was so glad to meet them! I came closer, took my knife from a basket and bent to cut them very gently.
Something strange happened. I landed on the carpet near my bed. A miracle?!