We haven't quite been able to celebrate fall this year – mainly because the weather stubbornly refuses to drop below 70 and, of course, the big move for my parents has us all in a fluster, making things like trips to the pumpkin patch almost impossible. Don't you fret though, we were still able to get our pumpkin fix for the year...
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Part II: Cafe Babel
On our first midnight walk in Stuttgart (apparently that is becoming a tradition of our stay here) we headed aimlessly in and out, and up and down, of dimly-lit streets seeking adventure. On this particular walk there wasn't too much to see, but I did notice a couple of stools in a big window and was overjoyed to turn the corner and find they belonged to a cute little cafe. It was decided that we'd mosey our way back in the morning, and boy are we glad that we did! There's nothing like accidentally stumbling into an absolutely wonderful cafe in an unknown place...
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1996 - three years old
A Garden for My Patio
It may have taken almost a month to finally fill that herb box, but I did it and I couldn't be more ecstatic. I feel like the prodigy of two magnificent green thumbs (I guess four). You don't realize it as a kid, but the passions and excitement of your parents stream into you like blood in your veins. They become a part of you. They keep you alive. They make you who you are, and I am no doubt the child of a hydrangea grower and garden addict...
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