Mozart is back! After 10 weeks being invisible, buried in snow, the one meter high stone statue of a boy, nicknamed Mozart, which stands on our terrace, is gradually reappearing. First just the top of his head, but day by day more of him is coming into sight as the snow retreats.
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Mozart yesterday (above) and 24 hours later (below) |
Spring is in the air. Walking up from the village this week I could feel the warmth of the sun on my back. The snow beside the road was still at shoulder height, but the ever present sounds of dripping and fast appearing puddles is a sure sign that winter, which has blown and dumped snow on us since before Christmas, is now exhausted and apart from a few feeble attempts to bring more snow, it is making a hasty exit.
In the garden the taller bushes are reappearing, crouching like old crones under the weight of the snow, but waiting to spring back upright again. Gutters and drainpipes play a constant gurgling symphony, only stopping at night as temperatures drop. The track to our house has changed from deep snow, first to ice, then slush and now to mush – the Americans call it the mud season.
Along the roads, the mountains of white piled high by snow ploughs, are turning a dirty brown and road signs and fence posts are lying battered and bruised from the efforts to push the mass of snow aside and keep the roads clear.
Other treats are in store: going out without a coat, people strolling past the house in the sunshine, sitting in the sun on the terrace, and planning activities of coming months.
Meanwhile Embach is preparing for Nostalgie Schirennen – skiing on ancient wooden skis while dressed as they did in the good old days. Watch this space.
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