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A brief stop at Spital am Pyrhn, Austria

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..

IMG_4936bWaking 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..










20151104_090754bThat 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..








20151104_085327bA children’s playground

20151104_091142bThe start of a hiking path as symbolized by the pairs of shoes.



Autumn colours and quotes… at home in Hungary

20151027_101222B 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

20151027_101235c“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

20151027_102446b“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all,”
by Stanley Horowitz


20151027_104121b “How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days,”
by John Burroughs

IMG_4731aNo spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face..”
~ by John Donne

20151021_093211b“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 bounty (in Hungary)

Autumn, gorgeous in yellow and red,
is the harvest time when man is led to garner the fruits
of sweat and toil from dear Mother Earth,
the deep rich soil.
…by Gertrude Tooley Buckingham (The Four Seasons 1940s)

We noticed that our neighbours pick the fruits from the ground rather than from the tree as the ones that ripen naturally are the sweetest and the best!

But sometimes there are more fruits than the owners could pick…(the smalll round things on the ground, right, are apples) they are just left to rot – or passersby like us would help themselves to it..

This is how walnut shells come out of the husk naturally…

they then drop on the ground waiting to be picked

The bumper grape harvest puts the price of this fruit to only 1.20euros a kilo!

H and I were at the hospital reception room waiting to be called when I noticed this note in Hungarian.
It means “Help yourself” to the fruits on the basket.

Autumn in Paris – Jardin du Luxembourg

It’s my favorite time of the year – and I’m feeling poetic…..


Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.  ~Stanley Horowitz

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” – William Shakespeare

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!  ~Percy Bysshe Shelley


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.  ~George Eliot

“The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere – The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year….”Edgar Allan Poe

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before. – Mitchell Burgess


I cannot write of things which even impassioned breath cannot utter. Autumn is coming with its days of gold, its days of reverie and of you—oh, such delightful hours that my heart burns within me at the anticipation. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens


I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air. – Nathaniel Hawthorne