Monday, August 22, 2011


My memories of most welcome ’fun- rain’ are the ones from the time when we lived in that small village Hallwangen amongst the farmers.

As the cows and oxen pulled their heavy laden carts through the village on the paved main road, they always left these large flat pancake shaped poos  behind. The hot tar  baked it quickly and when a summer shower started dripping cool rain, the sun -baked  pancakes  let some steam into the air. My friend Rosa and I would quickly kick our shoes off, run out to the street and start hopping from one cake into the other.  Squish and squash and laughter and giggles and this velvety soft and warm feeling around our feet. What a gift! Hurray.

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