Through a ravine, a path formed by rainwater and hundreds of years of use by

wagons and people, I walked by vineyards and apricot orchards to the city of

Mautern.  In the vineyards, the dandelions started to turn into seeds. The wind was

blowing the cherry blossoms to the ground and it started to rain.

Ravine

Ravine

 

 

 

 

Dandelions

Dandelions

 

 

In Mautern, I visited my sister Christi at the Nikolaihof.  She lives in a former monastery.

The foundations of her house go back to Roman times.  Her place has a special energy.

Christi invited me for lunch.  After that, I crossed the iron bridge, where my mother once went

for safety with her bike  68 years ago. I was thinking about my ancestors who lived and died

in this area for hundreds of years. They were walking with me each single step,

it was a coming home to my roots again.

 

 

Peony with bee

Peony with bee

 

My sister Christi working at her pond

My sister Christi working at her pond

 

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Nikolaihof, view from the garden