So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria, God and life, teaching and gardening plus the occasional cow


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Learning how to say Shush in German……..

Such a busy summer! Next week I’m back to Strobl in the Salzkammergut for my second week training as an voluntary Librarian- SHUSH!  Right on Wolfgangsee,  there was talk of swimming in the evenings this time. Quite honestly, it’ll be a luxury to sit down!I haven’t written my book for over a month. Heatwave weather. Stunning thunderstorms. I’ve managed to work with Dave in the heat, but even he’s commented I am genetically meant to work in an air conditioned office! Great sadness in the family, meaning a trip to the UK after the course for a funeral. Real joy in my English classes.  Taking the step of faith, and not claiming income support anymore, and we are living in his financial blessing, he supports us in such unexpected ways. Believing that something new is beginning here in the Lungau, no more Bible studies that fail, but doing, maybe this will kick off when we have a service in the summer at Burg Finstrgrün. Looks like if the Elderberry flowers take, its going to be a record year for the wine. Lots of work in the garden. Infected tick bite, bad year here for them.


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Guilt

On Easter Bank Holiday Monday I took Swingle for a walk on the Felsen Promenade, which is a path cut into the cliffs on one side of Ramingstein, beloved by everyone and dogs too.  It was an eventful walk as first I tripped over a stone and couldn’t get up for a minute so Swingle had to wash my face! Then about halfway along  I saw an Easter egg and a Mars bar stashed at the side. Oh dear, someone missed one yesterday I thought. Swingle had smelt it and of she had been off the lead, she would have had it. So I walked on, and on return thought, what the heck! Swingle had the egg and I the chocolate.

When I got down to the road, I saw a Grandmother with a small Granddaughter carrying a bag and looking for something. Have you ever wanted the ground to swallow you up? I had passed them on the way up, they’d know it was me although someone else had taken the same route, I knew he hadn’t done the whole path. I was mortified. I decided in the end if challenged, I would say I thought it was a forgotten one and I was sorry. The truth. I had heard Dave’s voice at the back of my head saying to leave it, as she has said to many things over the years, but I ignored him. I didn’t tell him when I got home, but I did my mate Jenny, who burst out laughing. Serves them right, it shouldn’t have been left in a public place!

That helped but I still feel guilty!


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Lanz Bulldog

 

At the Old timers Rally today in Mauterndorf!

Pink snow in June!

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Swingle finds some snow!

Up at Schönfeld for our first big walk of the year, there was still some snow left, so guess who went nuts! FB click on the link for the slideshow!

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The Asylum Seeker

On our way to church on Easter Sunday, we passed what looked like one of our local Asylum seekers walking in the direction of Ramingstein from Tamsweg. We thought he looked a bit odd with his hood pulled over his head, most of them use the bike path in the valley. Maybe he was on his way to see his friends and he was new here. But walking along that road is dangerous. Later that day we saw him again when we were doing Meals on Wheels, still on the main road and well past Ramingstein.

Dave what do we do? We both felt there was something wrong and we felt driven to do something. So when we had finished we drove in the same direction. If he was visiting someone we wouldn’t find him. But we saw him in the distance. We overtook him and turned around and stopped. He looked like he was ín his twenties I guess and dark skinned, his lips were dry and cracked. I asked internationally OK? He nodded. I asked where are you going in both languages. Slovenia. I couldn’t believe it. I signed food, and drink pointing at my mouth and said money.

Another car stopped and asked if all was ok, we explained and to the nearby farmer who drove all of fifty yards to ask!

Dave brought my bag over and gave him one of the boiled, coloured Easter eggs in my bag.  I couldn’t feel the others. So I then gave him some money. He tapped his heart as I have seen these guys do, I didn’t have anything to give him to drink. He went on.

I spent the afternoon beating myself up for not giving him more money and eggs. Should we have taken him to the railway station at Unzmarkt? Or to a restaurant? Or called a friend further down the road? Or maybe he was fleeing a crime?

I don’t like the Asylum seekers, these young men who leave their families to face the war, they’re migrants. So why did her stir Dave and I so much? Where is he now?


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Passing through

Anyone know what this bird is that stopped by us last week?