We spent another Sunday afternoon in the garden. As always, there really isn’t that much to do except for raking leaves, barbecuing, and relaxing on the lounge chair. A hamlet in the wild, among trees, mountains, and ponds, does not require any real work.

I had a heavenly nap falling asleep to the sounds of birds singing and toads croaking in the pond just outside our garden.

A bit outside of Schloßborn, before turning on the dirt road leading to our garden, there is a new sign for drivers to watch for wandering toads.

Krötenwanderung or Toad Crossing

Based on the decibel meter of the croaking toads coming from the pond, I would assume none of them had ventured out yet. They are safe as of now.

Primrose

This primrose plant I had thrown into a pile of bio waste years ago. It is such a sturdy plant, it comes up every year without any care whatsoever.

Live as if you would die tomorrow, learn as if you would live forever.

– Ghandi –