A Special Riverside Meeting

My day started long before the golden sunbeams glittered on the Huguenot-Tower. The Carlsheaven towncentre was still hiding in shadows. Then the sun came to announce some warming expectations for the rest of the day. But already heavy clouds warned for snow or hail showers. The mood was pretty good. While preparing a toasted breakfast I kept thinking of writing a letter to a few far away old friends.
But it all came slightly diffently. I got a few unexpected calls from friends I had not spoken for a long time already. The First being good old Amsterdammer Cor. Whom we owe so much in helping us through the big removal operations in 2008 and beyond. He helped drive the hired van and carry and build up all Our new interiors, manage the wild hillsidegarden over here.
Thanks to him we could do it all by Our self. And so glad to hear from him this time, he had to be informed about Mischa’s plans. And he became so enthousiast that he offered to help again with the big transport operation. How lucky we are! And after that, another old friend had taken the initiative to call me. So finally we could find each other back again in good old amicality, sharing common interests and pains.
And after lunch I did have a short nap, before going for a fresh and meanwhile Sunny riversidewalk. It was already after 3 PM. Before the wintery snow- and hailshowers had stopped. On my way along the Weser I met and recognized  a walker. We had met one or two years ago. Then he had told Us the story of the appletree orchard at the opposite riverside. From which only one very characteristic appletree survived. Due to an EU-subvention to cut back on appleproduction.
Now he told me a story on how the border correction between Lowersaxony and Hessen had started with the participation of an unknown guest in playing cards in the local pub. After a meal of fried potatoes and eggs, he presented himself as the PM of Lowersaxony interested in the wellbeing of his subjects living on the northern side of the Weser: the Gardentown where We happen to live now. Parents living here had to bring their children to faraway schools, because crossborder schoolattendance is not allowed. Due to this remarkable initiative Gardentown lateron had become part of Bad Karlshafen in Hessen.
While the old farmer told me this expanding story it had started to hail again. But it turned out to be a soft and short shower. So I finally came home not too wet and cold and rather enriched because of this special riverside meeting.