The Joy Of Gardening
Always eager to discover more of the wonderful region we live in we drove to a small village named Öhningen to have a look on the what they call "tree school". It is something like a garden center in which they teach gardeners and also sell plants to us mortals. We were prepared to see lots of plants but we were not prepared to see a gosh-if-I-know-the-name-of-one-percent-of-these-plants-then-I-am-damned-good variety. It was ways better than any botanical garden because every big tree and every little flower they had would survive in our garden (if we had one). I was so overwhelmed that I forgot to take photos. The next time I will, promised!
The absence of a garden didn't stop me though. I ended buying a fig tree and a pine tree for our terrace! Even if we will not harvest any figs this year I can now be sure to have enough fig leafs to cover the critical bits of me, ha!
The Joy Of Talking To Open-minded People
After leaving the garden paradise we went to the wonderful little city called Radolfzell (ups, no photos again) to eat Italian ice and have a quick look on the closing farmers market. We had no intention to buy anything but bread... First we passed this incredible cheese sales booth. Peter had to pull himself together not to start begging for cheese. Then we stopped at the flower booth, and I saw these roses, and I just got weak... My weakness was followed by guilty conscience so I offered to return and get this special Brie for my darling. This is what we did and that's where we stayed for at least an hour talking about people, politics, traditions and spiritual values with the shop man and one of the customers. The market has shut down and all the other sellers left. The cheese guy has closed the booth but the four of us were still staying there and discussing, discussing, discussing... It is a great feeling to bump into people who are so open-minded and intelligent while just doing some cheese shopping on a farmers' market. Wow!
The Joy Of Good Food
And here come the photos of the third joy - enjoying the little treasures we carefully pulled together: fresh asparagus from the neighbourhood, the French Brie, the goat cheese, the salt with flower petals and the joy of my eyes lily of the valley...