A walk on a public holiday.
The wind was blowing rather nicely and thus created movement and waves in the wheat field.
Almost opposite this wheat field a row of vines leading to a bit of forest, and then onto Hungary. Literally a hundred meters away.
Vines do feature everywhere...a stunning mauve shrub gracing the upper wineberg road. I wish you could have been there to imbibe the luxurious perfume from it. Sweet, gentle and summery.
A bit like Chinese lanterns dangling from a wire. A tree along the forests edge blooming in pinks.
At the bottom of Eisenberg's steep vineyards...the one that has ' black ' rows is one of Bob's boss's. Yes, Bob often works on steep inclines while he is pruning the vines.
A surprise find next to the road. White roses gleaming clean and cheerful at all and sundry.
Simple elegance, simple pleasures. Simpler is often better and nicer...
Biggi
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