Bus stop meadow

On a weekend walk in the southern suburbs of Stuttgart, I paused near a bus stop to admire the long uncut grass between the sidewalk and the street.

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Many public green spaces in the area have been left unmown this spring, and they could hardly be more beautiful.

Sumer is i-cumin in—
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!

[Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
The seed grows
and the meadow blooms
And the wood springs anew,
Sing, cuckoo!]

Anonymous, from “Sumer is i-cumin in

ADDENDUM:  I just realized that today this blog is four years old.  Thanks for visiting!

Der Maibaum

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Maypole over the town of Degerloch, near Stuttgart, Germany, May 10, 2015.

In Swabia on the first of May a tall fir-tree used to be fetched into the village, where it was decked with ribbons and set up; then the people danced round it merrily to music. The tree stood on the village green the whole year through, until a fresh tree was brought in next May Day.

— Sir James Frazer, from Chapter 10, The Golden Bough