The Grass is Greener when it becomes a Straw

I couldn’t help myself and had to waste my money and order a re-usable straw. What a great idea, but not if you have only one. Come to find out, it was never ready to be used when I needed it. Either I was out and the straw was at home, or I was at home but the straw had decided to nap in my workroom.

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My Summer in the Alps


Sometimes, very seldom, I feel something like homesickness, even though it’s not for a home or family, but rather for a tradition and or perhaps rituals I remember so vividly. Right about now, at the beginning of summer, I was always called back home to our farm in Austria. I got an extra week of vacation, like so many of us farm-children who had to help. Continue reading