This post is absolutely charming. The pictures, the drawings, the introduction to the world of competitive foraging - complete with the risk of being busted by the mushroom inspector! - these are the kinds of stories we can't here anywhere else.
Re-steemed, for sure!
It reminds me of how my grandmother used to get competitive with her blueberry picking in the mountains. Of course, in her case, it was silly. There were only three families who would pick around her summer Cabin, and there were literally thousands of acres of wild blueberries. And no tax men!
She was such a sweet lady, but she went full-on paranoid when it came to her blueberries.
Oh ty! :) Think you nailed with this one:
Thats how I see most of them/us.
My grandmother also picked all sorts of berries (besides mushrooms) and I remember how she would display them in jars - stating how many liters she gathered. Those are some very nice and fine memories.
They really are good memories.
The greatest satisfaction for her came when there were enough blueberries in an area to make a pie.
One year, there were two pies! Two! And some left over for pancakes.