The magic forrest

050913- 237Last time I was home I went to the forres to pick berries. This time it was time to pick cranberries. I’m no fan of cranberries, but I do love to pick berries and just be out in the forrest. I have no problem picking berries for others to eat. My best friend Linda she loves cranberries, but she isn’t able to be out in the forrest to pick them this year. That gave me an idea. I wanted to surprise her with a box full of cranberries. Linda wasn’t home that day because she was visiting one of her aunts. My plan was to pick a box of berries, put that in a plastic bag along with a written card and hang it on her door handle for her to see when she came home from her aunt. Nothing’s like coming home to a surprise by the door. Late that evening I reccived a very happy text message from her telling me she was very happy to have reccived the box with cranberries. Doing things like that feels great, doesn’t it? I love to make others happy!

Being in the forrest is magical. I love, love, love the forrest. It’s something about it, something special. Every time I go to the forrest I bring my camera. I won’t miss the opportunety to catch the light coming between the trees or the the sparkling water that the sun creates when it hits the pond  / lake.

One thing I’ve noticed when I’m out in the forrest. It happens here in Norway at least. People that doesn’t know each other greets each other with either just a ‘hello’ or they even stop to chat for a while. This might be normal in other parts of the world, but we Norwegians we never really talk to the one we sit next to on the bus, or the man in front of us in the queue at the supermarket. If a stranger starts to talk to you, you look strangly at the other person. Forringers tend to see us as a bit cold. Out in the forrest that is not true!

When I’m downtown Oslo, I almost never talk to strangers or greet them, but when I’m in the forrest and someone is coming I always smile and say hi. This happened on this forrest trip too. We met two women with dogs. They past us as we were sitting down with our heads deep down in the heather. The slowed down when they saw us. I heard them because of the dogs and looked up, then greeted them. One of the greeted me back saying something. I didn’t hear what she was saying, because we were a bit far from each others, but I just replied we were out picking cranberries. She smiled and they walked on.

Of course we didn’t just pick berries, we also had a couple of breaks drinking coffee / water and eating crackers and chocolate. A little rest is nice.

We came home with lots of cranberries. Way more than I thought the two of us would be able to bring home. I also came home with some photos I would like to share with you.

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A berry good time in the forrest


Last weekend when I was at Lierfoss, I went to the forrest to pick berries with my parents. We try to do that every year. Normally we walk through the forrest close to our home.  It starts only a few  hundred meters from the house. This year we wanted to try some place else. We decided to try my uncles forrest, which is located a 5 minute drive away from us.

This year we wanted to pick blueberries. When we had parked the car and started walking we saw some bushes with wild raspberries. We also spotted some on our way into the forrest.  So we decided to pick some raspberries on our way back.

Little did we know that we would find cloudberries in that forrest as well. That made us all happy, esp. dad. He loves cloudberries.

I had to bring my camera on this forrest trip. I love being in the forrest and photographing it. What I didn’t like was all the bites I got from ants and mosqitos. An ant bit me in my foot and it hurt so, so bad. I don’t think I’ve been bitten by an ant where it has hurt as bad as that did. Yesterday morning I counted all my bites and I found 12! They itch, some more than others. I have three on my right hand that is very annoying.

Oh well, enough about the bites and back to the photos. Here they are:

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Why I love the countryside…

After a tiring week at the office, last weekend came not one minute too early. Friday afternoon I visited my sister and my  new nephew at the hospital. Ahh. What great time. My sister was doing fine and my tiny little nephew was so utterly cute and soft! The rest of the friday was used to unwind and just relax on the couch.

On saturday afternoon I went to visit my parents at the countryside. I had no plans laid, other than picking some berries and bake bread. I needed a totally relaxing weekend and that’s what I got. There was a bbq, some berry picking, bread baking, cuddling with my cat and eating icecream among other things. While being at Lierfoss, I took some photos of course. Here are a few of them.

An apple from our very old apple tree. Bathing in the sun and the bokeh.

Grass. Cut / uncut. I love to walk barefoot in the grass during the summer. One of the best summer feelings there is.

A handful of currants. I’m not fan of those berries, but my dad is. So I picked a box full of currants to him. We have five bushes with currants at home.

The box is full of currants.

Raspberries. Yum! I went with mum to pick raspberries. Close to one of my uncles fields, at the end of a corner, there is a lot of bushes with raspberries. They were long time ago, several decades, moved. But they came back. So mum and I went to  pick berries there on saturday. Mum had been there before, so it wasn’t that much left. But we got a tray full of berries.

Oh so yummy berries. Mum picked the most. I was also occupied with taking photos. As always.

Mum doesn’t like her picture taken. So instead of portrait of her, I took one of her in action.

Here I got one of her from behind; in the sunlight. I wish I had her thick hair. It’s lovely.

Me walking home with the berries in a bucket.

Ahhh. There you got some glimps of what lovely things the countryside can offer. It’s not bad, is it?






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