Today was perhaps the most beautiful morning I've experienced in Berlin. The sun was out, the mists were rising on the river, it was perfect running temperature outside, a little cool, but warm in the sun.
Tell me this isn't one of the most beautiful places on the planet? Actually that was a major part of the conversation at the City Council last night, so I must not be the only one who thinks this way. There is something about the light and the mountains that is just magical. This was what the river looked like as I was crossing the pedestrian bridge.
And of course, I had to pass my favorite garden on the way home. I don't know the gardener's name, but she's one determined lady, bringing color and beauty to every square inch of her lot. She claims she has the worst dirt in town, but on this tiny lot she manages to grow tomatoes, a lovely cascading rock garden and some gorgeous flowers
My favorite trick that I learned from her is that she throws all of her excess perennials onto the vacant lot next door so that they come back in wild profusion the next year. Ten points if you can guess where it is... Hint: it is somewhere along this running route:
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