It rained all weekend, and I could feel the ground gulping it down after weeks of dry heat. No sign of mushrooms yet, but if it’s hazelnuts you like, now is the time to get out there. They are in abundance this year and have started falling on the ground. The kids can pick them up while you reach for the higher branches.
Hazelnuts in their shells remind me of Christmas. We always had a big brightly patterned shallow dish full of them mixed with walnuts and brazil nuts when I was a kid. But we didn’t live where we could pick them for ourselves. Now we have hazelnut and walnut trees growing in the garden, and hazelnut trees, one after another, lining the pastures up in the Jura behind our neighbourhood. There’s a glut of food up there at the moment, a few odd blackberries still around, rose hips, and bright red hawthorn berries. I get such a thrill foraging for food, and living somewhere where so much plant life described in the books I read and songs I heard growing up are found so near to home. Like that Christmas carol “The holly and the ivy”. They are on my doorstep!
If I can get my motivation up, I’ll have a go at making some chocolate hazelnut spread, put it in the traditional oval jar with golden lid, and see if anyone notices!