We went for rose hips, Domik pulled out his usual stuff, where are the cars, where are the streets and I would not rather go there, meaning the wood. I liked picking rose hips although I do not really know what to do with them other than tea. Any idea? I enjoyed my half an hour country life gathering berries and imagining something nice I would make out of them while Domik started to explore the meadow behind me. He picked three flowers, one for his grandpa, one for grandma, one for me.