Decades ago, being a kid, I hated to go for walk. Today, being a father, I understand why my parents forced us outside. My kids need to be walked, too. Otherwise they get sulky. So we went out in the cold for a stroll near the small village of Seißen, close by Blaubeuren, but up on the hill. In this time between winter and spring the countryside looks devasteted, somehow. The ground has varicoses, evoked by mice and suffers from pimples, caused by moles. The grass is grey, mainly; only some moss comes in green.
