Kukanje pod kiklce Peeking under skirts

Ja, včeraj sem kukala pod kiklce gob, ki jih je v teh dneh res toliko, da mi je pošteno žal, da nisem gobarka, pa tako rada imam gobje jedi. Je pa naša druščina zato občudovala polne košare poznavalcev, ki jih je povsod mrgolelo, in nabrala nekaj kostanja.
 
Odkar sem bila zadnjič v tem koncu gozda, je pri izviru namesto dosedanjega jogurtovega lončka nastala že prava mala samopostrežna krčma, skodelice, pisane kot jesensko listje, tam namreč rastejo prav tako kot gobe po dežju. [zadnji posnetek]

Ja, I’ve been peeking under the skirts of mushrooms. There were so many of them yesterday that I really regretted I am not a mushroom hunter, like so many people in my country, as I adore mushroom dishes. But our little group did admire full baskets of the experts along the way and picked some chestnuts instead.
 
Since my last visit of this part of the forest, when there was only a yoghurt cup, there’s a real self service pub grown up by the water spring. We have a saying here in Slovenia that something is growing like mushrooms after rain and this is what has happened with those cups, colourful like autumn leaves. [the last photo]