D-day, and well, that was quite a day!
We got up at dawn to finish the last preparations, thankfully it was sunny and warm which helped with getting up.
One of the preps included laying out the numbers of the year our home was built, in an assembly of rosebuds. As we didn’t want to waste hundreds of flowers for one single day, my mum had prepared boxes full of crêpe flowers. As she had spent months making these, she became quite the expert and the result was truly beautiful.
Mind: We left the flowers overnight outside, and I took the pictures only on the following day, after a windy night with a light drizzle and a quick reassembly in the morning.
We were lucky, as the rest of the garden was also in full bloom and ready.
While we were still busy buttering the Schnittchen – German sandwiches, often made of rye bread with various toppings- the first vistors had already started arriving, and soon we all were sitting around small homemade rolls and pastry, sharing a first coffee and simply enjoying what was around us.
Soon the flow of visitors had become stronger, although we were approching lunchbreak.
We had in mind to make good use of the planned break, but quickly abandoned the idea when people stayed throughout. So in fact, there was no pause in the day at all, but we didn’t mind, as we were truly fueled by the strong resonance!
Note: you will find no pictures of the vistors, as I wouldn’t publish without consent – and we were lacking time to get that.
But among them, we had this little guy, who didn’t mind his picture taken and shown:
Quickly 3pm came around and with that, the musicians arrived. The day was in full swing.
In the middle of the violin play I was surprised by a couple of good french friends who had made the trip to support us! I was truly touched and so unfortunately missed out on snaps of the other musicians.
The last guests left around 7h30pm. After that some of our closest neigbours, my friends and family gathered enjoying the end of the day and just relaxed in the last sunrays.
As my friends also stayed a good deal of the following day, we took a trip up to a typical feature of our region, the Kindelsberg, giving a spectacular view of the region, here’s a sneak peek:
Back home we were greeted by some wonderful leftovers and a crisp blue sky.
“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” – Maya Angelou
That was sort of our leitmotiv for the day. Let each and every one freely experience the beauty of the place by himself, the fruit of a family’s labour for over a century. Let everyone keep in mind of what may be turned into concrete one day and lost, what is at stake and may deserve support in order to be preserved.