Sometimes An Image Is Better.

The last few days of June.

Wine country par excellence...these slopes produce very reputable drops of heavenly nectar and coincidentally protect the little hamlet of Eisnberg Weinberg.

Taken this morning before most were astir. Stunning to see the moisture evaporate into an almost celestial tapestry of mist. The big tree is really that big and has many a story to tell. Amazing to think that it has stood there for decades, providing shade for picnics, cover from rain and a nice spot for lunches eaten.

Two days ago, Sunday, I happened upon a simple bush of roses which upon further reflection turned into a spectacular collection of vibrantly red roses. Too beautiful.

To me this pattern of fields and acres are incredibly calming. To walk with this view ahead helps to sort errant thoughts, feelings and ideas. The only companions were buck, a rabbit and bundles of bees.

A line of trees, a blue sky and endless fields of golden wheat transform into an awesome image to behold.

This newly renovated Kellerstock always reminds me of a gingerbread house from fairy tale fame. The only pity with this one is that it is mere meters away from the main road. Too much noise, yet stunning nonetheless.

Biggi

A Storm Is Brewing.

The minutiae of life, wonderful and perfect.

Bob left for work at half past five this morning but not before he checked his weather app. Amazing how detailed it can get and often I think that it must be far fetched to be so particular but honestly, today the nefarious prediction of 100% thunderstorm and showers bang on lunchtime, have proven right. Who could have imagined that when only this morning the temperature gauge hit over 30 degrees and sweat was dripping?

Well, here I am sitting in a dark kitchen. You know that dramatic clouded over sensation due to loss of sunlight that can only predict dire and at times ominous weather calamities. Thankfully the temperature has dropped and afforded a respite from heat. Bob's in two minds about the heat. Despite yearning for it during the bitterly cold winter months ( don't forget that he works outside all year round ), now that it is here he at times wishes it to Jericho. At least this afternoon he will get some respite.

On Saturday we helped my parents bottling wine, it didn't take more than a few hours, and as Bob and I were cleaning the wine barrel outside next to the road, a few Eisenbergers drove past and hooted in greeting. More for Bob than me. One particular jaunty driver gave an enthusiastic wave which was directed at Bob.

I love the fact that so many people around our area ( the vineyards Bob works in are scattered far and wide in Burgenland ) like and respect Bob. Turns out that this particular jaunty driver is a man of over ninety who lives on his own along one of the vineyards that Bob and the team have to tend. At times Bob will cut his lawn, at times just offer a friendly greeting and at times ( during winter ) accept a Stamperl Schapps.

The fact that he is over ninety and lives comfortably on his own, still drives and tends a big vegetable garden is amazing and something to aspire to. These little fleeting moments of village life are so special and they do give us a sense of belonging and having grown roots in the right place.

Biggi