Wish I had more time to blog, since there's so much I wanna write about right now; but since I'm off to work, just a quick list so as not to forget --
- I planted lotsa flowers and herbs in pots and hanging boxes on the balcony, very exciting. Grow, little seeds, grow!
- The view from said balcony is scrumptious. Seriously, I could just eat all those fluffily blossoming blooming leafing trees. Did you ever notice how fresh spring leaves look? They're so... green, so glossy and flawless. It's like the wet sticks of winter have sprouted glowing jewels. Millions of 'em! It makes me hover maternally over the trembling sprouts in my own flower and herb pots. Sure, I could just as easily have bought ready-grown plants and potted them; but I wanted to see the tiny magic of watering a seed and then watching the life emerge.
- This was before attempting to expunge large quantities of my own brain cells with quarts of beer at Fruehlingsfest last weekend. Nothing says "Welcome, Spring" like getting up on the table in a Bierzelt, linking arms with hundreds of strangers, and swinging your liter-sized mug of beer to the communally arrhythmic swaying of a hoard of Swabians, roaring along with the appalling Festmusik played by a live band in Lederhosen. Teresa called the Stuttgarter Fruehlingsfest "Oktoberfest Part Two," which is rather apt, except that there are 1) fewer tourists, more locals and 2) they played a few Karnival songs -- including "Viva Colonia," which I imagine would be unlikely in Muenchen(!). It was a blast. Young or old, traditional costumes or jeans, guys and gals, Schwaben and visitors -- everyone is buddies in the Bierzelt. It's also something my liver won't need to do again for a loooong time!
- Last Friday, Mom and I spent a wonderful sunny breezy bloomy day in Strasbourg. I slept at her place Thursday night, and we woke up early the next morning (thanks, Lucy!) and decided hey, let's go to France. So we did! We breakfasted luxuriously in the train's restaurant as we zoomed across the border; toured the city, climbed the cathedral, walked down the River Ille, took pictures of the ducks and swans, shopped a bit, and practiced our cafe French. And as usual, we yakked yakked yakked. Go mommy-daughter days in Europe!
Life is good.
3 comments:
Wow! As usual, you make me want to jump right through the cable-wire-internetting-thingys and just be there with you. Thank you for the wonderful images!
Hi Sarah!! I've been thinking about you a lot recently -- even saw a shirt hanging in a shop window the other day and thought, "Hey, that would look good on Sarah!"
Hope everything's just as peachy in your guys' neck of the woods/lake/barn... wish I could have been there with Michael, to play around in that there Garden of Eden in front of the house!
Seeds are totally magic. I love them. Many of them are just tiny specs... and they make plants! Each one contains a tiny plant! That's amazing! I'm all excited planting things, and man are we ever busy... I've built about 75' of 2' high retaining wall out of rebar and hardware cloth, with another 25' to go for the summer garden. I'm reading and digging and adding things to the soil, and I just got my first few transplants (grown inside from seed) and direct-seeded veggies in. Oh, and we got chickens! We've been working on the chicken coop every spare minute, usually til after dark, when we're exhausted anyway. But it's almost done, and I think it's going to look pretty cool :)
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