This is Martin’s farming world, a world very much like the one I grew up in. I felt right at home here with the old farm equipment and old cattle stalls. The first time I came here in 1976, Helmut had a barn full of milk cows. I loved the smell and I loved how it still lingered, even after all these years.
My father, also a farmer, lived in a world like this too. We had a huge shed, a work shop, and Dad’s junk shed where every scrap and useful piece was kept until it was needed. I loved growing up in a place like this. I wished I could capture the smell of it all–the old grease, the old wood, the equipment, now resting. I loved being here.
There was a cloud burst last night that took down this old walnut tree.
Martin sent us off with this case of grape juice made right here in Leingarten. Liquid gold!
I’m so grateful for my German family and for how dear they are to me. I can tell the same blood runs in my veins, just by how comfortable I feel here. I was sad driving away today. I hope we can visit again soon.
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