Drive a few hours north of Berlin and you will find yourself in the least populated province of Germany (still heavily populated by NZ standards). It is a land of lakes, wolves, wild boar, fields, meadows, and German villages.An ear of wheat, ripe and ready for harvest.
A painted lady butterfly alights on the dry stalks of ripe wheat.
Circular clumps of parasitic mistletoe cover this poplar, sucking its sap and possibly causing some branches to die.
grass seeds unfurl on an open meadow at the edge of the forest
The field ends and the dark, boar-infested forest begins.A band of furious ants ravage the carcass of an unknown thing on the forest path.A red squirrel dances a territorial dance on a scots pine, in mixed beech and fur forest.The common toad, with dry cool skin hops across the forest path.Shafts of light illuminate the smoke from our camp fire as it wafts through the under story of young beech trees.