Chanterelles

There are such almost magical moments in life when you feel that something special is about to happen to you. And even if this does not happen, you still keep this festive feeling of waiting for a miracle in your soul for a long time. I feel this way every time I find myself in the forest, alone with nature.

I like to go mushroom picking, because in my everyday life I really miss adventures, fresh forest air, positive emotions and communication with my parents, because here they can forget about their daily worries, relax, finally play with me or compete in who is the best mushroom picker, and at home only the lessons are checked.

In the forest, I feel like both a hunter and a getter at once. And when I find a fungus, it seems to me that I am a real lucky guy. Enjoying the colors and aromas of autumn, I begin to perceive myself and my life in a different way, I think about what is truly valuable to me.

And so we return home. There are mushrooms in the baskets, smiles on their faces, and warmth and joy in their hearts. We not only stocked up on mushrooms and rested, but also became closer to each other.

The memories of how Mom and dad and I picked mushrooms will keep me warm in winter.