Food and ink makes mushroom

This is a mushroom which is one of my favourites.
In Norwegian it is called "matblekksopp". Directly translated as "food-ink-mushroom". Due to the fact that it developes a juice that looks like ink if it gets too old to pick. And at the same time you can eat it. As food (do you follow?).
People around this Arctic area don`t normally eat any mushrooms. They are very sceptical to it. That leaves more to a southener like me. And everyone passing by in their cars were looking at me with big eyes when I jumped around the field, picking the loads of mushrooms.
And yes. It is very tasty. Like velvet. Very nice to mix with cream, garlic and spices into a stew.
Bon apetite!

Potatoes and firewood

So. I`m writing about potatoes, again. This is my subject every autumn.
Still. It feels so good to dig them up. Shake some dirt. Revealing a treasure.
I washed some of them and put them on the kitchen table. It`s a piece of art. Almost pity to cut and fry them.

Then I had to cut the firewood. I like it too. Preparing for the cold and winther.

To hear the rhythm from the saw.

While the horses were silently eating in the background, the rest of the wood were divided by modern equipment. And everything thorough documented by my mobile phone/camera.

The Arsamakov-family may stay

For many years the refugee-family from Chechnia has been pulled back and forth. Their highest wish has been to stay in our small town.
But the Norwegian government wanted to kick them out.
They were sent from Vadsø to a camp in Oslo, and was supposed to be sent to a plane to Russia. But something came up, and they were sent back to Vadsø, to wait for their deportation. This has been very hard for them.
However, the bureacracy has been working very slow. The children of the family finally spent more years in Norway than in Chechnia.
They were given a lot of support from Norwegian friends in the town. it has been difficult to understand why children living in the country for so many years, should be expelled.
And finally, the government came to the conclusion, that families with children, spending a certain amount of years in the country, while the bureaucracy works to slow, may stay.

So finally. The government showed some kind of humanity.

We got children!

Finally it happened. Our two first children has been born at the farm. Two chickens which jumped happily around. A proud hen and even prouder rooster. Just the way it is.
Not to mention my own, swelling feelings.

Food of the mountain

They might not be so happy anymore, these two. But they are excellent food.
This is the first catch of our neighbour and friend.
The hunting season has started this autumn. At the same day as the election day, by the way.

Mysteries on the mountain

When I`m walking out in the nature, every human interference get`s mystical.
Like when two rocks are moved around, they look like a very small church.
or when two sticks points up, they look like a couple of....rabitears or something.
Well. That was on my mind one day on the mountain.

The mystery in the forest

Suddenly it was there, in front of me. I was going down through steep scree and thick vegetation when it emerged. A kind of enclosure, formed by natural positioned rocks and stones put down by some people. And an opening in the east.
But what was it?
Made by kids?
Not likely if it`s done lately. Don`t think kids of today would bother to go up in a thick forest to carry stones.
An old animaltrap? No, it didn`t seem to be so old, either.
Maybe a hideout for moosehunters? But are mooses capable to walk around in this scree?
Well, I hope someone can tell me what it might be.

Latest news:
Commentators on the Norwegian blog suggests that it is a machinegun-nest. Either from the second world war or from the local Homeguard.
Probably.

It`s been a nice day on the mountain