At 2,300 meters above sea level, with the west-north-west wind rasping my face, chilling me colder by the second, I stood firmly and saw how…
Tag Archives: Jungfrau Region
Finally, I escaped…
…escaped from that procrastination flu, you know the illness…
got too much to do today, I’ll take a walk tomorrow,
besides it’s only the first week of autumn.
I escaped yesterday…
Ephemeral?
…ummm…our presence on earth?
🙂 Let me try again. The humour in this reality?
Once more…the pleasure as I observed the morning frost on that wood bench in the Schynige Platte Botanical Alpine Garden? Is that better? 🙂
Sweet pleasure. Ephemeral. Always sought. Always welcomed. Always missed.
Cheesed
I was born in and grew up in large cities–Detroit, Chicago and Cleveland. With that big-city-supermarket-only detachment, I still look at farm life as a Disneyland attraction. City soft hands vs farm rough hands–same mentality.
But last week I, by chance, attended an Alpabzug held in a village in the Berner Oberland, Jungfrau Region, Switzerland.
The Alpabzug is a village festival where the people in the village come out on the main street to a parade of cows that welcomes the cows back home after their season up in the mountains. It is a jolly time.
The parade, led by trychlers (bell-ringers) finishes on the edge of town for a day long festival where people take photos of the cows’ head-dresses, enjoy each others’ company, jodelers, traditional music, eat chäsbraetli (raclette on bread) and buy the cheese made that year on the mountain.
I like how the production and consumption of food is an intimate part of village life. I am amazed that it is still occurring as a village event—not a tourist event.
In my idealistic interpretation, I see the people thanking the cows for the milk given to produce the cheese that will be eaten throughout the wintertime.
What is the way it is said—local food by and for local people. 🙂
Enzian::your choice
What might you find inside? Only you can know. 🙂
Your path…
Your path is in front of you.
Take the path. Explore. Discover. It’s free. 🙂
The clues, the journey…
And, it is never twice the same. Never.
Place holder
And looming…
But fear not. Just start walking.
Facials?
…or too much time…
I’ve got too much time on my hands—it’s the only way I can explain this stretched metaphor where the skin on one’s face and plant cover on the earth are equated.
If plants are the skin, the face of the earth, then…
Happy?
🙂