Living on the most Northern part of the Black Forest it seems natural to have childhood memories. But one in particular had more to do with a watercolor that hung in my families home that my mom had done when she was young.
It was that of a young woman using a sichel to gather flowers on a bridge near Forbach that was build in the middle ages. I always imagined that it was indeed my mom as a young woman in the picture.
Today, I drove across the bridge and found the spot from where the pictures was taken.
With a very good feeling, I drove up into the mountains where there was still snow and fog. I finally found my single birch tree that I have been looking for.
Mai-poles were abundant on my drive as every village had their own version.
