My Moms neighbor has an absolutely overflowing flower garden. Even more beautiful after the rain.
Mum, Auntie, Pavlov and me had a very flowery hike downhill from Walldürn to Beuchertsmühle. In Walldürn the city decided to have flower fields instead of lawn to feed the bees. It’s not only good for the bees but it’s also extremely beautiful. At Beuchertsmühle Pavlov finally had the opportunity to jump into the water. Of course this was his favorite part of the hike. Except of seeing a deer perhaps.
We took a walk over the Wartberg hills of Buchen im Odenwald with Mam and my cousin Franzi and her dog Kia, the Aussi. One day later, it was Franzis birthday, but because of the weather I decided to leave early for Berlin and we joined her for this walk. For the first time since my arrival the sun came out and painted the landscape in shiny colors.
A walk with an old and dear friend trough the marvelous village of Hirschhorn over Neckar river. It’s so good to see people grow and change and that every change has the chance to be a powerful boost of live. At the same time walking through historic environments and knowing her since our distant school days reminds me that there is a solid foundation that can last over centuries.
Mam and I made a short walk outside. On top of the hill temperatures were quite low so we were able to capture this very fine nature phenomenons.
Who would have thought that we would only see our friends outside one day, even in December? I made this hike through a classical part of the Odenwald with my old dear friend Daniel and over our conversation I completely forgot to take a photo of him.
wanMy Mom and I took a small hike near Külsheim and again we walked partly through the rain. At the end we visited the center of the village. Holiday decoration but nearly no people – good, but spooky at the same time.
Driving home for Christmas and not seeing friends – we all hated this thought. But fortunately there is an alternative: Long walks outdoors. Here, in December 2020 in Baden-Württemberg, two persons only. And in the rain.
When you know landscapes very well like I do with Brandenburg and the Odenwald, you always are aware of differences between them …