Let's be brief, because the sun is shining, and I have an idea. I was last in Kladow picking lilacs. Ever since, David has been asking when I'll take him. Yesterday, we bought S a round of winter clothing then......
At the Gallery for Contemporary Art in Leipzig, you wrote a letter and took a letter. This was the letter we were given. In my dream, I'm standing in a vacant lot amidst the undergrowth and outbuildings. I look forward......
We waited for a sunny day, and set out early. Bus 218 ends at the ferry to Pfaueninsel. I remembered a restaurant in the hills above the water. The uphill path past the two Biergärten leads through the woods, with......
Let's begin with the lilacs, lolling on their stems in parks, hanging low in the streets, heady in hot weather. Elderflower was my quarry last year. This year, it's been lilacs, inspired by the sparkling white lilac cordial I tried......
I had always dreamt of visiting the great tropical greenhouses of the Botanic Garden in winter. Lush, humid air within; icy fields without: the contrast equal to a work of art. The first thing we did on entering was to......
Berlin from the air is made up of lakes, forests, and Plattenbauten. Spring fever is easily indulged: a short bus ride, a turn into a lane of little houses, and then a forest bright with birdsong. At the end of......
We eschewed the Autobahn to meander through the forest in the direction of Kladow. I was daydreaming in the summer dusk when Kristina spotted a sign and forked a sharp right. Tree-lined roads took us to a pull-off, and we......