Just sit right back and you’ll read a tale,
A tale of an fun-filled trip
That started from a German port
Inside a tiny car.
Inside a tiny car.
The mate was a German-learning gal,
The skipper brave and sure.
Two passengers set course that day
For a three hour drive, a three hour drive.
The weather started getting hot,
The tiny car was tossed,
If not for the open windows of the fearless car
The crew would all be toast, the crew would all be toast.
The car parked out on the street of this charted German town
And Markus too,
The two cats in the garden,
Lots of tasty food,
And Janet and Kandi Rose
Here in Bamberg township.
My first weekend in Germany saw Janet and I on a three hour drive to Bamberg (no boats involved). Janet has friends who live nearby so we had a lovely little haven each night we were in town. They live right by Main, a river, and the first night we took a nice long walk along the Main after a good rain fell. The walk was beautiful and relaxing after a hectic few days cramming so much of touristy stops into the previous few days. We also threw in chatting in the garden and a drive to Schesslitz for some seriously incredible Italian Eis. Mmm hmmm. Tasty! If you want to see that tastiness (and EAT SOME!!), you’ll have to go there yourself. Who knows what tasty flavors will be available next!!
Gardens! I love them. I’m not too good at keeping one up, but I know plenty of people who are. At the start of the summer (i know, i know, this is way late) I had an opportunity to help at a garden sale, which was a BLAST! Julie has the most amazing gardens and there were many hours spent there just drinking in the beauty.
Oma bought me this book several years ago and I just LOVE the word pictures. It has become a favorite book that I re-read a few times every year, and Oma’s garden sometimes makes me remember the book even more.
Such flowers they were! – larger and fuller than any on earth, as if they themselves were the reality and those I had formerly loved were but their shadows. Not a petal or leaf showed speck of brown or wilt. Every inch of every plant was radiantly alive, as if they would continue to grow larger and more abundant of life the more one drank in their beauty. Decay did not appear among the characteristics of this place.
This strange land possessed a vague familiarity, as of a homeland infinitely distant in forgotten childhood, now suddenly remembered as the place one was always meant to live.
Lord, you are great and powerful.
Glory, majesty and beauty belong to you.
Everything in heaven and on earth belongs to you.
Lord, the kingdom belongs to you.
You are honored as the One who rules over all. 1 Chronicles 29:11NIRV
Oma would always ask me where these flowers were in her garden, not thinking of the bush in her front yard that flowered every spring. So, every spring I head over to her house and take pictures! These are the 2012 edition. Also, this year Opa & Oma came home sooner than usual from Texas so she was able to see the blooms before they blew away!