We won the lottery on the weather, it was sunny the entire day, with fat fluffy clouds gliding lazily against the back drop of endless blue sky.
We stopped by the Brodowin farm to see some cows, get an ice cream and soak in the country side.
We gushed and cooed over how beautiful the country side is and mentally I chided myself for not going into it more.
Calling it the Vern summer festival made me imagine an entirely different event. Homemade jams being hawked, open expanses with bales of hay, maybe some music, certainly some flags. I think I am guilty of watching too many American films and reading too many lifestyle magazines. The Vern festival was very modest. A stall each for honey, smoked fish, tomatoes, eggs, potted flowers and potatoes. Proper country folk, with sensibly short haircuts for men and women.
The garden is tiny but grows a wide variety of heirloom plants. That’s what Vern is all about, preserving these varieties.
I was struck by the abundance of insects even more than by the variety of plants. Butterflies swooped and swooned over the many flowers, bees buzzed, a slug longer than my thumb inched along prompting us to squeal in disgust. It was all so alive and engaging.
It tugged at me, like a child at my sleeve and asked me in a child’s common sense way: “Why do you spend day after day indoors?”
On the way back I said to Sylee “I want a garden.” Then when I got home, the first thing I said to my husband was “I want a house in the country, I want a garden.”
I’ve spent most of today poking around on Immobilienscout24 and after looking at about 100 tiny bathrooms, all with toilets sporting a superfluous shaggy toilet seat cover and bare gardens. My fantasies gradually lost their velocity. I guess what I want is the actual Vern garden with a cute English style stone cottage attached. Do they do stone cottages here? Or just squat bungalows with tiny windows and lacquered wood paneling in every room (and sometimes even on the ceiling?
Burgstr. 20, D-16 278 Greiffenberg
16230 Chorin, Brodowin