Switzerland. Seems like ages ago, but it wasn't. My life is whizzing by at the speed of light right now. Living in the moment? Bah! Being present? Not a chance. I'm riding the roller coaster and holding on tight. It's going fast. I like the ups more than the downs.
We went to Grindelwald, Switzerland. We spent 4 nights. We went with my in-laws. I think that's all the background info you need.
Switzerland is probably the most beautiful country in Europe. So picturesque, green and clean. Bryce and I went there in 1996, right out of college. At that time Bryce was chasing the Matterhorn. This time the Eiger was calling his name. The mighty Eiger. It didn't disappoint. It couldn't disappoint. All we had to do was go out to the terrace of our chalet to take in it's glory. And we did. In the morning with coffee and in the evening with beer or wine. Sometimes both.
I will remember this trip to Switzerland for a few different reasons - today I'm going to share the first reason with you - WILD FLOWERS!
Much to our surprise the wild flowers were in full bloom during our trip. There must have been over 20 varieties that we observed. They were so beautiful. A perfect accent to the massive and jagged Swiss Alps.
The wild flowers became even more wonderful when I saw how much the girls were enjoying them. Picking bouquets along our walk to see Switzerland's largest waterfall. Oooo and ahhing over the pink Queen Anne's Lace, deciding that forget-me-nots were Mom's favorite.
I loved their curiosity and interest in nature. We found a handful of flowers that we couldn't identify. This one was so strange and beautiful I had to photograph it. Thanks to my stealth googling skills, found out it is Silene Vulgaris or Bladder Campion.
Eva also endured another childhood right of passage during her bouquet making - her first nettle sting. Actually she got stung quite badly but she handled it like a trooper. It was most impressive.
I looked through the stores in Grindelwald for a wild flower guide or poster or something that would remind the girls of the wild flowers. No luck. Maybe someday they'll read this post and remember.
Tomorrow - more Swiss impressions.