A close-up of the first instruction slip for the golden potato scavenger hunt. The text on the slip reads in Swiss-German: Goldige Härdöpfel 2024 (newline) Start. Then in a smaller font: E chline Schnitzeljagd (newline) PS. Alle Zettel wieder mitbringen. Translation: Golden Potato 2024 / Start / A small scavenger hunt. PS bring back all instructions slips. Below the text are four arrows pointing in the for cardinal directions with labels for each direction.

We had our yearly “Golden Potato”-Feast yesterday. And part of this family tradition is the scavenger hunt is to find the golden potato.

Walking the cat 📝

We are in the forest, when my cat stops walking. “Come, Luna, you know the way,” I tell her. But no amount of asking can make her move. She looks at me and utters a quiet meow. She looks to the left of the forest path, hisses once, and turns around.

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The Greenhouse 📝

“You want another cup of tea,” I ask my guest. “No thanks, I’m good – where did you find all these trees? I’ve never seen any of them!” She points to the group of firs next to the small patio area where we sit beneath plants nearly extinct in the wilderness. “A lot of luck and dedication,” I reply to her.

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It is strange; outside, it’s not quite raining, and still a bit dark, and now and then a flash flashes and a thunder thunders. I like it.