Mushrooms, Blueberries and Caterpillars
This summer, my daughter and I joined my parents in Austria, for about a week. We lived through many different adventures. Such as a dangerous hike or visiting happy cows and happy pigs.
The last hike we went on was the climb of the Hamberg, which is always fun, especially I. The summertime as you can make your way up eating real blueberries. These blueberries are blue outside and, yes, inside! (The restaurant we were staying at makes amazing blueberry pancakes that are all blue). And lingonberries, which are close to cranberries but alpine and wild. Once again I felt like I was inside a fairytale. When I was a kid I had a book that was all about a boy walking through blueberries. It’s Peter in Blueberry Land by Elsa Beskow which was originally published in 1901. In this book Peter is of such a small size that the blueberry bushes are trees. Even little one was far bigger than Peter is in the story… But she did enjoy the blueberries a lot. Continue reading “Mushrooms, Blueberries and Caterpillars”
Wandering through a book
As little one and I had joined my parents in Austria, for a bit more than a week this August, we lived through many different adventures. Today it is time to share another episode with you.
On my birthday, after unwrapping presents and saying good morning to the happy pigs, we (my mother, my daughter, and my sister who joined us the day before) got into the car to join my dad in Floiten. He was courageous and had cycled there to join us on a hike, only to cycle back afterwards.
Floitental is a little valley located in the Zillertal near Mayerhofen. Its scenery is marked by rough weather and impressive natural beauty. Everywhere there were my eyes fell on rocks, rough rocks and nicely rounded ones. Both types had in the past come down the mountains during winters riddled with ice and snow. Now in the summer, and with clouds embracing the mountain tops, there was no ice to be seen. There probably was some ice somewhere, after all a few days prior, I had been able to lay my eyes on a thin glacier belt up high in the distant mountains. Continue reading “Wandering through a book”