“Tock, Tock! Willst du mit mir tanzen?” I’m sitting on the floor of the Bistro at Tauernhof, watching five-year-olds ask each other to dance. This “dancing” actually means a challenge to a hopping-on-one-foot duel. One boy asks another, they hop for a while, but the challenger cannot overcome the reigning champion. He continues around the…
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Plums and Other Not-Problems
I can’t say the Italian plum tree was top of mind when we moved in, back in April. Leafless and lacy against the back fence, it was first a trunk from which to hang one end of the hammock, then soon after played host to a cloud of pink-write blossoms. Not so many blossoms, though,…