I am after three months back in Canada just beginning to understand how much I am missing Germany. Not the bureaucracy of course, but I miss the Black Forest.

Ottawa has an urban forest with many kilometres of trails, but somehow it just doesn’t feel the same. Still, it is better than a concrete jungle.

This past weekend I was walking on one of the trails in the Mer Bleue area and came across these mushrooms. They looked beautiful, but I don’t have a clue whether they are ediible or not. Given that they were growing beside a well-traveled path, I suspect not.

Which is why they were there for me, and now you, to admire.