Mountain Diary

At the peak of Autum, Grandpa cuts wood for winter coming, I show up and help throw out excess “unsellable” cauliflower at their farm for a few hours until the sun sets west.
Five year old grand son plays with a simple string and bucket of what would be considered tetherball.   I help the beautiful youthful mother to pick bunches of herbs to sell.
Their beautiful farm home sits two thousand meters on the mountain of the Italian alps in a region of Stelvio.  Not an English spoken area, thank goodness, but we teach each other as I am learning.
I read a children’s storytelling to five year old son, as he gets flustered as I try really hard to practice pronouncing the German language elementary grammar, and in front of mother.  She smiled because I tried, yet failed terribly.


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