In the Tierpark, a young Steinbock on his concrete mountain.
Young humans enjoyed the day, too.
These young Wildschwein were tiny piglets a few months ago.
Pear bounty, unpicked
Apples likewise
On a giant conifer
This field was once full of cider apples and pears. They have toppled over in the last years, with just these few remaining.
People used to make basements full of glass a balloons of cider for all winter. Our barn was the cider mill, with enormous machines for the pressing.
And now, they rot every year.
And now, they rot every year.
They are much too sour to eat, and nobody needs to make his own cider, because, of course “the stores make all the food.”
Unpicked grapes. Quite tasty ones, but small, so no one wants to bother.
After a year of beautiful roses
The pears that didn’t get juiced. (No, they aren’t mine, but I did can some.)
And I retrieved this one to take.
A beautiful tomato garden still trying valiantly to produce despite the chill.
A tasty but tricky sort
Prolific Littles
And this bounty won’t make it. Another month of summer, or a less rocky start to summer would have helped.
For winter rose hip tea
One last bedraggled bit of sunshine.
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