I could have taken this picture today, as I was in the exact same place, doing the exact same thing. The only difference would be that the tree that stood in this corner of the barn today was a short-needled pine, and only had lights on it… no stars. And we found our own tree much faster today!
Seems like it was just yesterday when my sister arrived from her long tenure in South Korea. One of our first orders of business was to take her to the Nürnberg Christkindlesmarkt where we all spent long enough gazing longingly at these sausages and sniffing their sweet smoke to not care that much about spoiling our dinners.
I spent most of the weekend sick in bed so no Christmas markets for me. However, I am confident that the opening of the Nürnberg Christkindlesmarkt was as full of bustle as ever. It’s not a total loss though, we have three more weeks and at some point, it should stop raining… right?
Every wellness weekend must end with a brisk hike through the countryside; it’s a fact. Your choice on if dots or lines are more your speed.
Portal to what? That I cannot say. Go to Bamberg, have a look around, and feel free to let me know!
Not so much this year, sadly. This was September 3rd last year, and I cannot say that our garden hops look anywhere near as good right now. The long, hot summer has been absolutely epic on the fruit front… we’ve had piles of pears and apples already, and the markets are overflowing with plums at the moment. Even the Federweisser, or new wine, has had an extremely early harvest in some places.
But here in our garden, our hops looks much smaller than in this picture. They’ve perked up a bit with the last few rainy days but it’s not nearly as full and lush as this time last year. We don’t use it, so… no major loss for us. Here’s hoping the hop farmers down south have been vigilant about the watering… if not, we may have to stock up on beer while we still can.
Ah yes, August 1st, 2017. The day I innocently went into a Trachten store on my lunch break to kill a little more time. The day I saw a Dirndl and it was love.
It didn’t come home with me, in fact, I didn’t even try it on. But then a few months ago BV and I were in a completely different Trachten shop to buy him a shirt and there it was. I tried it on, and it was all over. It’ll even be making its debut this week at the Gardener’s wedding. And then it shall go directly to the dry cleaner’s, because the wedding is on Wednesday and it’s supposed to be 34 degrees here. Hopefully the next time I wear it, it’ll be a bit cooler. Fall festival season is approaching, after all…
At first I almost thought that this gate was covered in feathers for some reason, but no… just incredibly ornate. Würzburg has its moments.
I don’t like to think that I’m a completely predictable person, but if I had turned left instead of right today, I could’ve taken this same picture exactly one year later. Does this mean I need to switch up my walking route again?
Saturdays this time of year tend to be rather loud. Every weekend, you can hear car horns honking randomly as caravans of wedding guests drive through the countryside en route from churches to the reception venues. But every once in a while, you can catch one of these party places empty. If one must go to church, why not go to one with its own defensive wall?