This sweep had a mop of tangled hair and a little beard ... made me think of Mary Poppins.
This sweep had a mop of tangled hair and a little beard ... made me think of Mary Poppins.

One week these huge trees are bare and gray; the next week they are a mass of foliage. Their large floppy leaves are topped by equally large and intricate flowers.
The hedgerow today looks very different compared to a month ago.
The view from the office window has changed as well. When I arrived it was different but equally lovely.
This table decoration was so pretty last weekend that I took a picture of it. It is so warm we eat outside. (Hamburg? April?) It was also my birthday ... I made a stew from a Jamie Oliver book which was just as delicious as he said it would be and it looked just as good as well.
I bought a bike ... this time for real, from eBay, yesterday afternoon. Here it is in all its splendor. I have just been for a test ride and I feel as if I am riding a Harley Davidson - it is one of those sort of bikes. It is a very sturdy bicycle. You sit upright (or almost) on the (very comfortable) seat and feel like the queen, as if you should be waving to passers by as you pedal. Now all I need is a pair of white gloves.
The bike is bigger than it looks. When I sit on the seat my feet are at least 5cm off the ground....
The students in this class are a mixture of design and art students and we toured the gardens with the research leader whose enthusiasm for this garden was boundless.
Olive trees don't grown at this latitude (54N) but the olive tree in the Botanic Gardens is in a glass house which is on rails and which can be rolled off the tree in summer.
In the afternoon I joined another group going to the Hamburg Art Gallery. We saw an exhibition of the work of Sigmar Polke called 'Wir Kleinburger' [We Bourgeois] in the Gallery for Modern Art. Our Professor (shown here with his jacket over his shoulder) had known Polke, had been a student of his for a time.
We then all traipsed through long corridors, up steps, through a restaurant, down steps, through more galleries to get to the main building and an exhibition called Nicolai Abildgaard, Der Lehrer von Friedrich und Runge. [Nicolai Abildgaard. the teacher of Friedrich und Runge.] I stood in front of the famous painting by Caspar David Friedrich called Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer [The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog] and asked our Professor 'Did Friedrich paint lots of pictures with this motive?".
The unfolding leaves on the beech trees shone pinkish in the early morning sun this morning. I opened the roof window for a better look and a chill wind blew in from the cloudless sky.
The village has been overtaken by a different pink. The row of cheery trees look like candy floss on sticks.
Cherry blossom pink seems to look more at home in gardens surrounded by other plants.
(Photo from Tchibo website.)
It only takes a few warm days and suddenly early blossom is everywhere and the leaves start unfolding. As I rode my borrowed bicycle along the hedgerows and fields today I felt an overwhelming gladness. These fields feel like a piece of home to me, even though it is so long since I lived here. This afternoon there were a lot of people out walking, riding bikes or guiding children on horses. The sun is shining and it is easy to forget that the world is beset by financial and environmental crises.