I decided to take a walk through the pastures, fields and forests surrounding Bruch – as it had been over two years since I had been back to the village.
Bruch sits in a valley all to itself surrounded by pristine forests and fields which makes for an idyllic setting – as if it was the only village for miles and miles.
This part of the village extends up a hill and stops short of pastures, fields and forests that climb much higher into the surrounding hills.
Looking across a field and beyond a small flock of sheep in the distance, a corner of Bruch is visible – nestled down into the valley below.
This newer section of the village sits up in the pastures while the village center and the Bruch “castle” sit lower in the valley to the left of the picture.
An idyllic picture of Bruch nestled deep in it’s own valley – with the traditional white church in the village center and the Bruch “castle” off to the right.
Looking through the new growth of the forest from a farm road, the village of Bruch sits alone in what looks to be the perfect valley.
Where the street forks and then continues up into the forest to the right, a small cross and marker stand silently beside the “leaving Bruch” sign – indicating the direction to Binsfeld – 6 kilometers further up the farm road.
This view shows the road descending down out of the forest into the village of Bruch, with the church and much of the central part of the village visible in the valley below.
These two newly built houses stand in the dark green “middle ground” of the forest, sandwiched between the contrasting light blue sky above and the bright green and yellow of the field that stands before them.
A small hay field is partially harvested within this newer residential area of Bruch, where both homes and fields coexist in harmony.
German villages successfully incorporate both natural and modern elements that emphasize the best of both worlds – and are spotlessly clean and maintained.
My wife’s parents designed their home which was the only house on the street at the time it was built, and sits at the end of a square cul-de-sac.
Late spring and early summer are wonderful times in Germany, as the green returns to the land and the cold days of winter become only a distant memory.
David tries out his brand new tractor which will get lots of use over the summer at his grandparent’s house until our family finds a place to live near Hahn AB in the Hunsruck.
David takes a walk along newly planted flower beds that await the fullness of summer – and with it the richness of color – that only time will bring.
A stroll through dappled shade shows David in the idyllic setting that was Bruch in the summer of 1989.
David walks almost unnoticed, camouflaged in the partial shade and sunshine on the patio.
David makes a run for it in front of a circular planting bed that’s bursting with the fresh new colors of spring.
Sometimes the simplest of design elements work really well together in either a photograph or in a landscape – flagstone, stone, ceramic planters and the fresh new colors of spring and early summer.
Like a hidden staircase that appears unexpectedly, this flagstone staircase remains hidden until the last possible moment – with overhanging plantings that tease the eye to follow in a sense of playful discovery.
Two Mallard ducks stopped by for a visit that day, looking completely at home as they lunched on greens and crackers.
Almost as if expecting the door to open for them as invited guests, these two Mallards act as if they were right at home and enjoying the attention.
Standing in line as if to make their grand entrance, these Mallards don’t seem to understand that the door they stand in front of is actually just a window that doesn’t open.
As if completely sure of their reservation and street address, the Mallards decide to wait patiently for the door to open – as if it’s our fault for not remembering that they were invited guests this day.
The lure of more crackers and greens draws them away from the door, only happy to enjoy their snack as they waddle across the patio.
Satisfied with their lunchtime snack, the Mallards stroll off looking for something else to do on a summer afternoon in Bruch.