White Garden

A grocery shopping/delivery service day, visiting my mother and her carer E for lunch and coffee. 

My mother’s house in the Taunus hills is at 500 m altitude, almost exactly 300 m higher than our house on the edge of the Rhine valley. Because of this difference in altitude, the temperature at my mother’s is usually three to five degrees lower than here, and this week’s snow didn’t melt there. 

So, I drove from a brownish green world into a white one, and back.