the abundance of wild berries to be found. It’s like coming upon trees and trees of rambutan, and it’s free for all!
Picking wild mushrooms is an important part of the French autumn calendar, which brings great excitement. Families plan expeditions to woodlands (forget about Euro Disney) and even take time off in earnest pursuit of this edible fungi.
We missed out this autumn, but I’m really looking forward to doing it with the children next time around. The mushroom season is relatively short, and is taken very seriously.
Everyone has his own theory on how to find mushrooms, but will be reluctant to share this information with you. They are just as secretive about where they find their mushrooms. Being total novices to mushroom-finding (but not mushroom-eating), the girls and I will need to educate ourselves on the different varieties and those that are good to eat. We already have a little guidebook on that. We can also take them into a pharmacy and be advised on their edibility.
Gathering apples and nuts is also very much an autumn activity. We spent a Sunday afternoon at some friends’ place recently and came away with bags of apples and walnuts we collected in their garden. My two demoiselles are as different as night and day – so one was quite happy to We want to hear about your different family experiences, wherever you are – be it in Kuala Lumpur or Sydney or abu dhabi. Parentpost is the new column for you to share how you are bringing up your children in different environments and cultures, as well as the insights you have gained. Please e-mail us your stories (800-1,000 words) with photographs in high resolution to star2@ thestar.com.my. articles will be edited for clarity and to accommodate space constraints. have her fingers soiled gathering walnuts while the other decided a game of chess in front of an open fire was more her thing.
Autumn feels slow, soft and drowsy. It’s the time to roast chestnuts or toast marshmallows. A time when the sunset blends in with the reddening landscape. A time to jump into piles of raked leaves. A time to make a bonfire. It almost makes me want to cosy down on my couch and re-read Keats’ Ode To Autumn: “Season of mists and yellow fruitfulness, Close-bosom friend of the maturing sun ...”
After all, I have time. It’s not yet winter and yes, we are warm enough, for now ...