Every year at the end of July or beginning of August I go to the forest to pick raspberries.
The path is long and hard, but it's worth it.
There are a lot of The silver-washed fritillary (Argynnis paphia) butterflies in the forest now.
Fluffy cute bumblebees are working hard.
The path to the place where raspberries grow consists of many landscapes and territories. First I walked through the old cemetery, then came out onto the railway.
The next part of the path is visible from the railway. Along the hill.
Then I turned into a shady pine forest.
After this forest, I came to a clearing where a huge number of flowers grow.
There I met Siberian stonechats.
Araneus spiders stretched their web between trees and bushes
Then the path lay through a mixed dark forest. There I saw these tinder fungi growing on a thin tree.
On the way I met an oriole.
And also a young hazel grouse.
There is a certain spring in those places. I stopped there to have lunch and rest.
After a while I was there.
The raspberries are not all ripe yet; some bushes are still just ripening.
By the way, there were a lot of snails on the raspberry bushes. And surprisingly, there were no pesky nasty stinking bastard mosquitoes
There are always a lot of berries in this place. Firstly, no one collects it, since it is very far and difficult to get here. Secondly, every year there are more and more berries.
Such plants also grow there. I don't know what they are called.
Having picked raspberries, I went home.
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