In the last days I was blue. Probably, it was the fault of the weather, always grey and dark. Then always was something to do, and always was something missing.
Da half auch nicht, daß sich bereits der Frühling gezeigt hat – ja auch mit der zukünftigen Arbeit, die Maulwurfshaufen zu entfernen.
So it was of no use that the spring already shows up – also with a lot of work in the future –to remove the heaps of the mole.
|diese Vögel - oh these birds|
But now all is covered by snow. It is brighter outside – because of the white, and this although there is no sunshine. Maybe it is true the saying for the 20th of January ‘On Fabian and Sebastian the real winter is beginning’. I read it in my favourite magazine ‘Servus’ – it the Austrian counterpart to the German ‘LandLust’ (I think I saw an English edition of LandLust at the newsagent).