|Lily and Clara trying to restrain Benjamin, unsuccessfully. He took off in a 2 yr. old run. I barely caught him.|
|Benjamin was unrepentant, in a cute way.|
In 2014 our family joined together in Switzerland to spend time with Mary and Richard McKinley and our grandson Benjamin. It was a fabulous time, just can't tell you how great it was.
John and I stayed at an AirBnB in Kӧnig, a rural area near Berne. We booked it after Mary researched it. What she did not realize at the time that this lovely place had two fairly steep gravel roads leading to the apartment, which was on the second floor. What she did not take into account was that we were her parents in their 60s.
|This farmer owned about 4 John Deere implements, all pristine.|
These gravel roads led to a farm; not just a farm but it was paradise, at least to me. We always stopped at the barn and house where an arch of old barn connected to new barn. We rested for about five minutes because we were knackered before striking out on the next hill.
A farm was complete with cows, apple trees, a garden, and wheat fields. Each day as we walked by the farm, the wheat fields were ripening. What caught me was the red among the green.
So amazing, this lone poppy was a bravely growing flower.
|This is on my sidebar.|
Within the second week, we trudged up the first hill and saw that the wheat had been harvested, taking the poppy with it.
It will return next year in another place. Poppies are resilient.