Photo Pär Söderlund
In the middle of the square that our stone mushroom houses form, there is a small, small patch of untouched forest. Trees, rocks and grass.
It´s only a few meagre metres, but enough to make the hares sneak in and jump with joy. Even enough to attract a family of deers. They frequent it during twilight time when the residents are asleep, grazing the grass. And I like to play a fairy there.