It's time to pick mushrooms.
Indian summer, a wonderful time for mushroom picking.
The heavy rains have passed.
The sun shone with a smile.
Knives, windbreakers, boots.
Mushroom picking time has arrived again.
September is calling tenderly.
Hurry up and make your preparations!
I'm sure we'll be lucky.
We're ready to run through the forest.
The forest is so beautiful!
The serenity is captivating.
An easy mile for walking.
We feel excitement and invigoration.
Here's our aspen grove.
Interspersed with white birch.
At the entrance, an old stump.
It's covered in honey mushrooms.
And so our harvest has begun.
We didn't expect this.
A string of beautiful mushrooms.
It's as if we've entered a fairy tale.
One more beautiful than the next.
They show off as if for show. From old to young.
Well, everyone does their best.
The buckets filled quickly.
The birds sang in the silence.
And we went deeper and deeper.
It's more interesting in the depths, after all.
I'm walking along and see a frog sitting there.
Probably waiting for Ivan?
The princess is a great friend.
But I'm a mushroom picker! She's having no luck...
A woodpecker taps in the distance.
The cuckoo counts the years.
And the scent of pine needles is so pleasant.
Everything is superb! And the soul sings.
Butter mushrooms in neat rows.
There are saffron milk caps and russula.
And we picked our own milk mushrooms.
You could pickle them or salt them.
The toadstool greets her joyfully.
Praises her color.
But the fly agaric replies.
"With you, we won't be on the menu."
We picked some fine mushrooms.
The hunt was top-notch.
Thanks to the gifts of nature.
We'll replenish our supplies for the winter.
The sun was setting.
The tired day was heading toward sleep.
How wonderful it is in the forest, guys!
And not in your dreams, but in reality!!!
Author: Oleg Smirnov.
Thank you all for watching. All the best.
Until next time. Sincerely, Oleg Smirnov.