Leaving Germany

Fritz and Pettina's raspberries

Yummy Plummies

This morning I took one last run through the village.  How is it that I feel so attached after just one week?

roads less traveled build character

Before we came to Germany my immature thoughts were of gray colored movies about WWII.  The air is brisk and I feel full of energy. I run quickly down the paved road that swerves between flower boxed homes and endless green rolling hills.  I turn down a less traveled, chunky rocked road and pant to the top for one last look.  My chest feels heavy and my gut aches a bit not knowing when I will be back. I look up to clouds as they crawl across the mountain tops, a cow moos in the near distance and there is a smell of damp hay.  I thank God for the simpleness of it all. His small town Germany is full of a beauty that I struggle to describe.  My eyes have been opened to a world anew and I thank him wholeheartedly for the blessed experience.

A friendly cow lets me pet her soft nose

Miss Kitty greets me at a fork in the road

     

Our front door

Fritz trimming the apple trees

Thank you to the Haferkorns for being such wonderful hosts to us.  The property was  splendid for our family and suited us quite nicely.

Good bye Germany, hello Switzerland.