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Thinning
When I hear men's choirs sonorously intoning the folk song "Waldeslust", I think back with a smile to my first thinning walk.
I absolutely wanted to accompany my forest husband to the forest, because I am a nature lover and romantic.
Hesitantly the husband gave in to my desire.
At the beginning we walked on mossy forest paths for bass, accompanied by the poodle and the hunting dog.
The birds chirped and the forest air filled our noses.
What a dream job!
But suddenly the husband hit himself into the bushes, he with a clip in his hands, I armed with a machete.
Trees in somewhere wanted to be measured.
Thorny things reached up to my chest, and I was painfully resisted to my entry.
Roots held my feet tight and I slipped down the steep slope on the bottom of my trousers.
Branches hit me in the face and seemed to punish me as an unwelcome insistent.
As soon as I had picked myself up again, I stumbled again.
I envied the dogs for their four legs.
Forest lust ?
A rather slight disinclination to live in the woods came spontaneously.
From time to time it also threw the husband on the forest floor, which he hardly seemed to register.
Arriving at the target trees, I freed them from the lower branches with the unwieldy machete, and the husband put on the clip.
I was completely messed up, scratched and pricked - but I also enjoyed pure nature.
This memory awakens Candour in me.
The ingredient "green undergrowth" is not an empty promise.
You are in the middle of the forest in untouched places.
This wild natural originality is also conveyed by the fragrance.
Candour allows itself a certain green stubbornness.
I'm off the beaten track, off the beaten track.
Beyond all comfort - but in the middle of an impressive adventure.
I absolutely wanted to accompany my forest husband to the forest, because I am a nature lover and romantic.
Hesitantly the husband gave in to my desire.
At the beginning we walked on mossy forest paths for bass, accompanied by the poodle and the hunting dog.
The birds chirped and the forest air filled our noses.
What a dream job!
But suddenly the husband hit himself into the bushes, he with a clip in his hands, I armed with a machete.
Trees in somewhere wanted to be measured.
Thorny things reached up to my chest, and I was painfully resisted to my entry.
Roots held my feet tight and I slipped down the steep slope on the bottom of my trousers.
Branches hit me in the face and seemed to punish me as an unwelcome insistent.
As soon as I had picked myself up again, I stumbled again.
I envied the dogs for their four legs.
Forest lust ?
A rather slight disinclination to live in the woods came spontaneously.
From time to time it also threw the husband on the forest floor, which he hardly seemed to register.
Arriving at the target trees, I freed them from the lower branches with the unwieldy machete, and the husband put on the clip.
I was completely messed up, scratched and pricked - but I also enjoyed pure nature.
This memory awakens Candour in me.
The ingredient "green undergrowth" is not an empty promise.
You are in the middle of the forest in untouched places.
This wild natural originality is also conveyed by the fragrance.
Candour allows itself a certain green stubbornness.
I'm off the beaten track, off the beaten track.
Beyond all comfort - but in the middle of an impressive adventure.
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