After too much work and whirlwind we needed a weekend away. S cycled through the puddles, befriended the farm cat and did her best to go down a slide that had been engulfed by an apple tree.
I thought Brandenburg would let me pretend Berlin had never changed but the people in the garden cafe were speaking Spanish, English, Russian. It's not a bad thing, of course, but it surprised me.
We sat in the sun and pulled pears from the boughs above our heads. We ate Zwetschgen by the dozen, shared bowls of pumpkin soup and bought loaves of bread baked in a clay oven. When the bread went hard, we added milk, eggs and elderberries plucked by the lakeside, then baked the mixture for a nursery supper. It's so definitely autumn now.
On the last day, S shared her morning Milchreis with the cat. We said goodbye to the horses, then it was time to take the S-Bahn home. I'm dying to return soon with friends. Friends, will you come?