Spruce tips
In Copenhagen, I live in a green area. There is a cemetery in front of my block of flats. Søndermarken and Frederiksberg Have are nearby. Those are spaces where nature has been transformed and shaped for human pleasure. Though there are trees, bushes, grass and so on, very few spots in those spaces feel like nature. Recently I went to another area near Copenhagen. There is a forest. For those fellow humans who have been in an old-growth forest, perhaps it would not feel like a forest at all. It is interesting how our perception of nature and forest changes. I've noticed that some fellow humans call farmed land nature, and large parks and tree plantations forests.
I was hoping to forage some spruce tips, but they were not ready yet. I picked only a few to make a tiny cup of tea. I use spruce tips to make tea and in salads. It's one of the flavours I remember from my childhood, though back then I would eat it freshly picked from a tree. I forage spruce tips every spring. They have a mild, fresh, and foresty, lemony flavour.