… or Passover, or Spring Festival, or whatever else you are celebrating these days.
Easter walks are very much a German tradition (Goethe even immemorialized them in his Faust), and it turns out not even the Corona pandemic can do away with this. Unlike last weekend, people were out only (or almost only) in family groups, and everybody was enjoying today’s brilliant sunshine.
In the spirit of Sherlock Holmes’s axiom that we have much to hope for from flowers because they embody the essence of goodness, here are a few impressions of what I saw on my way.
Villa Hammerschmidt (residence of the President of the Republic when Bonn was the West German capital)
These final two are views of our garden and that of our neighbors
… and lastly, a few more pictures of the Easter bouquet I gave my mom: