Our corner of Germany is usually a bit earlier with spring, so the very first signs – crocus, wild plums, storks returning – have already come. But on Saturday I went for a bike ride and I saw the first hares of the year.
I left them at this point. Privacy, and all that. Spring is well on its way.
The museum of Michelstadt, a medium-sized town in the Odenwald, has a small, newly renovated museum. One section is dedicated to a rabbi, talmudist and kabbalist, known as Sekl Loeb Wormser or Rabbi Jizchok Arje who lived in Michelstadt, Frankfurt and Mannheim from the mid eighteenth century until the early nineteenth.
He took his family name from the fact that his ancestors came from the town of Worms, about 60 km to the west on the Rhine.
The Mannheim Palace from two different directions, and in two different media.
We live in a house that was built less than 10 years ago. A new house then – our neighbour’s house – not so much. It was a farm house but by the time we moved in it wasn’t active anymore. This is the view from the street, our seven apartment house in front on the left, the old house at the back to the right.
That’s the view from the kitchen window. It’s actually not a new photo as there are now bushes that have grown between the two properties. But the house still looks more or less the same when you peep through the leaves.
It looks dangerous! The drop – which I didn’t photograph because I didn’t want to lose my place in line to have my vax status checked – was less than 50 cm. Or possibly, it was meant for the children playing two metres to the right of the sign:
Contemplating the danger of falling flat on my face with every new endeavour (and the very large possibility of the actual fall being much larger in my mind than in reality) I decided to go back and rather post something symbolic for a fresh start.