Each year during the days preceding Christmas, the collection of lichen has become a ritual enjoyed by the whole family.
Treading on the stony path surrounded by pine trees, rock roses and fragrant cascades.
Then wandering the woods, hoping to find some nice grayish balls and other boughs which will bring a natural touch to the house.
I delight in this unique place located in a wood, which at every step I take, reminds me of the landscapes of Marcel Pagnol.
This year, the harvest took place under the watchful eye of our new companion.
And once arranged on an old garden chair, this one takes himself for a young raindeer and devours a little each day.
Original article "Récolte de lichens" translated by Annie of The Bunny Bungalow