Why is it that everytime we are in Austria we always tend to sing “The hills are alive” of Julie Andrews? There is something in this country that blows us away even if it’s only a cattle farming community such as Spital am Pyrhn. Literally means “village in the mountains”, Spital am Pyrhn is set in a picturesque landscape famous as a skiing resort in the winter and an equally popular hiking paradise the rest of the year. What makes it attractive for nature lovers is that, it is the gateway to the Kalkalpen National Park, the largest forest region in Central Europe, which boasts of hidden gorges, untouched mountain streams, caves, fantastic flora and fauna, among others.
If only we had more time, we would have loved to explore the forest and Charlie would have the ball of his life. Oh well, we might just go back, after all, it’s not too far away from where we live..
Waking up to a staggering Alpine scenery like this makes us yearn to explore the ever so beautiful Austrian countryside more and more
…@Haus Johanna, Spital am Pyhrn, Oberweng, Upper Austria..
That red and black pole is a snow marker, as the name suggests, is used to measure the depth of snow
and to mark the boundary of the road when it is too covered in snow..
A children’s playground
The start of a hiking path as symbolized by the pairs of shoes.
Every village or town we pass through in the Zala seems to have its own Autumn harvest display.
In similar places in France and Italy, Autumn festivals are held in a much grander scale
where a schedule of programs are organized that usually lasts for days,
but here in the agricultural region of southwestern Hungary where scantily populated villages
are far between, it’s more of a combined effort
of the farming locals, as a way of keeping their tradition alive, to put up a modest display
of their produce accompanied by lifesize dolls which they made themselves.
And since it’s the Autumn school holidays of the kids. it also serves as an exciting sight to look at everyday.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
by George Eliot
“I sit quietly, listening to the falling leaves – A lonely hut, a life of renunciation.
The past has faded, things are no longer remembered, My sleeve is wet with tears,”
~ by Ryokan
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all,”
~ by Stanley Horowitz
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days,”
~ by John Burroughs
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face..”
~ by John Donne
“Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground,”
~ by Andrea Gibson
Autumn makes gardening and other outdoor projects too soggy and cold to indulge in
so I decided it’s time to work on my indoor tasks in front of a warm fire
First on my list is making curtains for the home
but the sewing machine started playing up
Oh no, I’m stuck!
What do I know about tinkering with an apparatus that is older-than-me?
Luckily, there’s Google…
so after searching for troubleshooting tips,
I began to putter around tensions and bobbin casing..
My Singer started working smoothly!
Thank goodness for the men and women in this world who are kind enough to share their knowledge, for free.
Now I can finish my project happily…