After we had finished our apple drinks and bread, we set out to see Rabenstein, a very old farmhouse which was now in ruins, but still very beautiful. It was growing cooler as the afternoon wore on, and there was delicate light pouring through the new leaves.
We found a caterpillar, and beautiful sea of woodruff and ground ivy.
I recently watched a film called Cargo; in it, the world has been destroyed and the surviving people live in a huge spaceship under terrible conditions. A lucky few are able to go to Rhea, which is like earth...in other words, paradise. With wheat fields, falling leaves, bountiful gardens...And ever since I saw that film, I feel even more in love and appreciative of nature. This planet is so amazingly beautiful. I hope to keep on enjoying as much of it as I can, while respecting and cherishing it. Just look at Maria and Anna in the middle of this enchanted forest...so small in all of that magestic green.
Eventually we came to a clearing where the sun shone warm on our faces. Kiki and Gömbi ran ahead. We were very close to Rabenstein now. As with many open spaces here, there was a hunter's look-out.
We finally came to Rabenstein, with roses and vines taking over. I admired the brick walls which were exposed underneath the crumbling exterior.
One part of it still had some of the paint, yellow and green, classic Austrian. I noticed that accross from this building there were some phlox flowers in bloom...they must have been part of a garden long ago.
To the right of the building there was a pathway marked 'Jakobsweg,' which is the German name for the Way of St. James which leads all the way to Spain. It has always been a dream of mine to make that pilgrimage.
The state of the building made me wonder about the future of Mrs. Fischer's home, and I hoped that her farmhouse doesn't fall to ruins when she dies. It would be such a shame if it became just another crumbling building, which, over time, no one knows the history of. I don't know the history of Rabenstein, and I wish I did. It must have been such a beautiful home. There were lovely single blossoming trees and old fences surrounding it. Pieces of what used to be a farm.
It was time to head back home. We had seen so much beauty. Almost too much for one day. Our tummies were rumbling and we had a long journey home. But we were happy. So was Kiki.
That evening, with tired bones and joyful hearts, we ordered pizza and watched a movie, while the sky broke and it poured rain on the windows. What a day!
Tomorrow, weather permitting, I am off an another adventure. Camera and Kiki in tow, of course. What a very lucky gal I am!
xoxo country girl