No Need to Travel

Almost a fortnight ago we had this „stormy weather“. For some time I had seen the mess it left behind. Meanwhile it had always been too cold or wet to clean it up. Well, this afternoon as the sun broke through: Lets see, we can make a start.” And so I worked outside for an hour or two. The leaves, the tables, the swing-couch. You name it, climbing up, walking down. Removing the big heap of wet leafs from behind the Hut.
Just a beginning, as I noticed looking around a lot of work must be done. Not everything before Eastern. We still have time enough. Except for the fresh daffodills, there still are no convincing signes of springtimes arrival. And as I just heared from my mechanic: I will have to miss my car for almost a week. Waiting for aother tool, they need to finish the repairjob.
That means that until next week I can’t drive to the big Super. A good opportunity to use my new time to write some old friends and prepare the house for Eastern and the weekend after, when hopefully Mischa&Dolf will honor me with a flash visit. Under Covid-regulation a longer stay would include testing and quarantaine. As you may perhaps know here the harsh Lockdownrestrictions have been prolonged until half of April.
Many people are losing their patience. They want out, back to normal…! I do understand that, but for me, fresh air begins at the kitchendoor or on the balcony. So much still to do there. Here I could climb up and out of our forestbackgarden, cross the forestroad and walk into  a wild foresttrack for hours. If the sun will shine I can lay down in my lazy deckchair and read. Or sit in the shadowy writinghut. I will definitely survive on the shopping-grocery from the small downtown local super. Walking down and up with a heavy backpack.
That always was Our dreamlife on our mountain hollidays, in the Alpes, whereever: Italy, France, Switserland, Austria, Germany. We love that kind of primitive life. She had made very long camping tours in the family Volkswagen. As a little girl already in the fifties. So proud she was of her extraordinary travelexperience. And me, primitive camping at the Ardenner Semois-river, learning to speak French from my Belgian friends. Far away from the over-orderly boxed-in bourgeois-life of my parents.
I can only praise the luxury and comfort of Our Great Solling-Hut- still a lot of repairjobs waiting, inside and outside…And when the weather improves I will open Willemiens Atelier.
So much new things to enjoy. We are already Here at Our Holliday-Destination. No need to travel for as long as it takes. Love it.