FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

The Garden (Satis Shroff) THE GARDEN (Satis Shroff) I saw daffodils in my garden yesterday, But today they're gone, Like the pearls of the morning, Die on green grass. The garden lives on in literature, Long after it has been reclaimed By Nature with its invasion of unkraut, Wanton growth. My neighbour, a friendly Brit, Had a lovely garden outside his cottage. When he died, so did his garden. His three daughters Pam, Sue and Sally, Left their nest. There was no one to conserve The lovely flowers. Gardens have been shared In diaries, letters, books. The metaphors, seasonal experiences, Lyrical descriptions, Of gardens seen and imagined, With the power to heal, And give hope. The knowledge that the garden Has its annual cycle: Flowers bloom, fade and fall, As we humans do, To return from where we sprang. Flowers bring hope and love, To the eyes of the observer, To the whole world, An all-embracing love. You don't believe in rebirth? Why,...

I went to Ettenbühl yesterday and it was lovely: the sunshine, the great food, the Markgräfler landscape, Springtime and the splendour of Nature. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The red double-decker Train from Bad Bellingen to Freiburg (c) satisshroff) The English Garden Ettenbühl (Satis Shroff)     Every bird that sings, and every bud that Blooms, does but remind me more of that garden unseen awaiting the Hand that tills it. (Emily Dickinson, letter to Susan Gilbert Dickinson, 1852).   On the way to the English style countryhouse Ettenbühl from Littenweiler, you board a scarlet double-decker train from Seebrugg to the Freiburger railway station. Ah, you see a thrush pair, Drossel is the German name, with their dotted, shiny feathers as the train stops. They look happy as they fly around between the thickets. You can feel the warmth of the sun on this morni...