Low rolling hills, cover the land with hints of brown from the bark poking through weeds and vines that have ensnared the trees. Dandelions bloomed giving the forest its name as pollen so thick it could be seen wafting in the wind. The mention of the forest would make those with allergies tear up, and there nose and throat would itch, but for others it was a forest of beauty. Club houses of a time forgotten littered the higher areas of the tree. Tobacco grew wild here, and the nights are filled with the clean burn as villagers and city dwellers alike would occasionally enjoy.