Armed with berry pickers we hit the cabin trip sans children. Except for Anna of course. Where Boob goes Anna goes.
We had better weather last year. But who can resist a bucket of cowberries (or lingonberries)? Or roast lamb, wine, cake and laughs. And the smell of the September forest is simply the best.
Have a great week! And thank you for kitchen comments, I can reveal to you that it's less tidy now.
