Dry in the forest, very dry. The heat is doing its job and it's doing well. The cooped-up jerks got to the kebabs. It feels like they don't get any food at home. The smell of burnt pork beats off the aromas of the forest. I had to go deeper.
The cranberries are still in bloom, and the cloudberries are still in full bloom. Some berries are still covered with scales, others are already turning pink. In this weather, the harvest is coming soon.
In short, everything goes as it should. As long as the humans didn't do any harm.
