CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Last week my cousin sent me those wonderful photos from their wine yards in Baden-Wuerttemberg in southern Germany. She wanted me to remember scenes from my childhood - and I certainly did. She grew up in a family of grape growers, and at that time they lived at the edge of town. Her mother and my father were siblings. Years later I happened to live at the exact spot, one house behind theirs, but they had already moved out to a farm outside of town, near the forest. The street was called Bergstrasse and when you went up, further and further, and left the last houses, the wine yards appeared. It was, and probably is a very fertile and lovely region. I did not lay eyes on it for at least forty years, and maybe I should have a look at my next visit in Germany. I loved walking up there as a young girl. I always admired the view down the valley and the beauty of the wine yards in all seasons. Few times I helped picking grapes. And what grapes - look at them! Best quality wine is made from them and the wine yards are at the height of their glory in autumn, when the leaves explode in a spectrum of colors, and the grapes are full of ripe sweetness. Thank you Eri for taking me down the memory lane! :-)

Please zoom in at the pictures, it is very worth it!

They are still growing grapes, but those photographs are probably not taken from the same wine yard, I really have to ask her about it...
The grapes shown here are Trollinger, Lemberger and Riesling.