So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog

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Friesach, Karnten

While Dave was on his holidays, my choice was for a day exploring, so we took off in the car and headed up to a place called Flattnitz.  We’d started driving there last year but had to head home.  It turned out to be a ski resort, with loads of walking, and we saw the church which we think must have once been a Burg.

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However, the clouds were building and we didn’t think it safe to risk going up high.  So we motored down through a luxuriant but boring valley in Carinthia (Karnten) until we came upon the town of Friesach. We spent the day exploring a Medieval town, complete with walls, Burg, towers, museums, market street. All part of Europe’s fascination with all things medieval, but what a nice chance day out!


Garden Time – harvest begins

This weekend we harvested the peas, the latest we’ve ever done them, but a good crop.  Have to be positive.  The we checked the parsnips and carrots.  The mouse has eaten practically the lot. The picture above shows how they get eaten right away and our entire crop!  This spring I’m putting poison down and getting rid of the blighters.  Its either that or building raised beds at huge expense that they cant get in.  I rescued the last three parsnips and put them in pots.  Dave reckons they wont survive, but at least I’ve stopped the mice eating them!

The sweet corn seems to be growing well, and the broccoli is at last broccoling.  The broad beans are still flowering so I’m leaving them be as long as possible.   We sowed french beans instead of runner beans (not MY fault, I didn’t buy them), so that’ll be a change, they’re just coming in.   The courgettes were so overplanted (by me) that they’re too shaded and the yellow ones are rotting if I don’t pick them quick. The tomato story continues -Paggy has lost all his, he reckons its the switching between the very hot and then cold rainy weather that’s done it. I’ve still got to plant my pansies for next year -another experiment, and we’re going to take cuttings of our geraniums rather than store them in the cellar as they just dont look so good the second year.

Dave and I sat with a bottle of beer podding the peas on Saturday, in the sunshine on our swing seat. Contentment.

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At the beginning of the second week in August, there’s a feeling of change in the air.  Although its still hot and humid, there’s a difference which I can’t quite pinpoint.  I’ve felt this before, its the onset of autumn, not the end of the year but the cooling towards ripeness and harvest.

The birds are an indicator.  Today I heard a Jay having a shout in the garden and the Robin is singing his chattering song.  It never fails to take me back to the year my son was born and I was at home a lot, lying around as the pregnancy was complicated and I could hear ours singing in the garden.

The biggest change is those darn sparrows are back. Having taken themselves off to the mountains or somewhere, they’re back at the feeder, fighting with the Great Tits for the few peanuts I put out.    Depressing? No, the autumn here can indeed be mellow and cooler and beautiful, its  a maturing of summer.  I’ll be thinking about snow next…………..

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Samsons again

As I’ve blithered before, The Lungau is unique  in its Samson figures and I’ve talked about them before.  At the recent Militia festival I tried to take them at a different slant…….…s-along-summer/


Travel theme;Leading lines

Quite stumped on this one in my desire to have something a bit different!  So here’s some leading lines of hay drying in the field by our flat.  I think they look a bit like dragons too!


Weekly Photo Challenge;Growth

It would just have taken too long to choose from my garden piccies, so here’s a horse or two, also close to my heart.  When I left my dream job teaching riding, the mares were sold, this is one of them in her new home and with her foal. Quite a backdrop too!Foals are often timed to be born in the winter here, where they are fed and looked after in the stables, then are big enough to go up on the Alms in the summer. Seems daft to me, all that extra feeding, when a summer foal gets the benefit of all that wonderful grass!