The German Garden

I am going to bath and body works today. They have the 75% percent off and I saw some roll on style body oils in my favourite scent.. I do not know if you would recall Oma and Opa's house in Oberammergau? I know we went back there many times and also walking with you holding your hand. The beautiful buildings all painted in the most scary faery tales ever. The Brothers Grimm' We where weened on those so lovely and colourful. Edith lived there by then though I think. They had a nice garden in the back with Gooseberry bushes and Black currants. Roses and then behind an orchard. Opa got his apples from there and every other local source often retrieving older ones off ground. Not sure if I ever told you the story of Opa's Apple wine and beer? Oops, back to the subject before.. This fragrance sends me back there with a wild smile that glows thru me and I am once again a young girl out hiding under the gooseberries. Stretching my arms out to pick the Black currents without moving much. I would lie there under the bushes flat looking partially thru the green foliage and abundance of berries. Tasting them one at a time. Rolling them thru my fingers to dust them and savour the almost sourish sweet bitter honey on my tongue. Oh so sweet. Oma would sooner or later look for me and call out ' Rous von den Garten'... SANdieee.
If she sent Opa out or he was already out picking his apples. I would go out with him and he would be out there not a care thinking of going to his hidden place behind the hanging clothes. Making his wine under the house in a rock cave. I would slip off and watch him and eat the berries and smell of flowers and the pungent earth comforted me. I drifted off full and joyous of such treasures the world gave me. Then Opa would have been done and me off in my own world. He would grab me up and toss me high in the air saying.... 'Mein Kliene Engel Har'. He would shake me and we laughed my feet sometimes getting caught in his gunnysacks' full of apples. He put me down and I would grab hold of those sacks knowing better not to try to fetch one to eat. Following below, behind the worn out farm clothes and dusty coats. Into his world of Brewmeister and his secret place.
I went to visit Annette Zwink maybe 15 years back maybe more. Edith still lived in the old house. I was told that Opa and his father and his father where all the village historians. All records of anyone born, raised, died, lived and passed thru practically where kept. Annettes uncle on her mothers side Collect antique copper vessels mostly for cooking but some also for washing and she had those and during war he also began to collect relics of wood that came from bombed churches. So these things along with all the wonderful Furniture from the Zwinks woodcarving school. I think have been converted into a historic museum in the old house.
I am not sure since I left Germany and Monica[Annettes daughter] was older. More Patti's friend. Boy I was in a story telling mood today. So I am going to wash up and go out I have to go buy also Pantene for curly hair. My hair has gone wild with this weather. I hope Texas takes a hint and begins it own protection from this oil. It is going to come that way... Anyone who does not know that and needs to look at a map. I checked with gf in Sarasota. Florida is beginning to prepare themselves. The migration of Hammerheads occurs ever year in August and weather is soon to get bad.
Chat with you soon. Love you.