There are few things that I love more than this time of year, with every field, garden, and even highway rest stops, full of bright red spots of poppies.
Just like these chairs, we are all biding our time just waiting for the next day of ice cream weather.
Greetings from the middle of the most glorious long Easter weekend I can imagine. Though it’s been about 24 degrees Celsius and sunny, I think this is about the only kind of flower I haven’t seen sprout up. Give it a day or two though…
Though this picture was from an Easter weekend in the Franconian Switzerland and this weekend isn’t quite Easter yet, it’s looking quite similar out there. Sadly though, no deer this time.
Everyone in town comes out to play basically the second it gets remotely nice. Bring layers and something to sit on.
Artwork by one of The Villager’s Workawayers, whose name escapes me right now. I do miss that place though, and those sassy goats.
Though Marry did venture onto the balcony briefly today, the pouring rain had her begging to come back in before too long. And the forecast for next week calls for snow… uhoh.
I’m happy to report that our yard is full of snowdrops and not even a hint of snow.
Sure, we can still get snow at the end of February. But we can also have flowers poking up in the garden, and that one morning when the forest has turned from slightly brown to light green seemingly overnight.
How many Krapfen is an acceptable amount to eat during the tastiest season of the year? I’ll let you know if I reach it…