My friend Lola lives in a very sketchy neighborhood.
I had an absolutely off-the-hook time at an Oktoberfest yesterday!
Die Speisekarte was:
- Märzenbier and Brezel
- Wine: Trimbach Riesling Cuvee Emile, 2009 (the best white I have ever had)
- Rotkohl (the best red cabbage I have ever had, either in or out of Germany)
- Kartoffelknödel (potato dumplings)
- Spätzle (homemade)
- Münchner Bratwurst
Lots of laughing, singing, dancing, and toasts to die Gemütlichkeit!
And a new-found favorite German song – ‘Die Da?!’ by Die Fantastischen Vier.
I recently read a piece in The New Yorker from a British ex-pat who was returning to the UK because of her disillusionment with the Trump administration. One of the things that prompted her to become a US citizen was the poetry of Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass.
I re-read Leaves of Grass and another Whitman piece that speaks to me profoundly – When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d. Lilacs was a paean to Lincoln after his assassination. The 20th Century German composer, Paul Hindemith, set Lilacs to music as an ode to Franklin Roosevelt after his death in 1945.
One of the most striking sections from the Hindemith work is the Death Carol from stanza 14 of Lilacs.
My confederate jasmine is in full swing.
And another gratuitous clematis photo.