
Trees were leafing out, but we caught a few blossoms under blue, blue skies. Each year, when the fruit is ripe, the Aargau Fruit Producers Association will invite hikers to sample directly from trees marked in blue. How thoughtful. How Swiss!
As if to one-up the cherry trees, and compete with the white-puffed sky above, apple blossoms were popping out as we walked by.
A good friend once gave me a calendar notebook illustrated only with the red benches that appear along just about every Swiss Wanderweg-with-a-view. On the cherry trail, we found one and stopped to take in the view.
We passed farmhouses fronted with fields dotted bright yellow, and of course, it wouldn’t be Swiss farmland without Swiss cows. There were even a few stray tulips, pressing their point: red trumps green. Ahead, the road stretched to the clouds behind an expanse of rapeseed.
The pastoral setting of our walk was the ideal excuse to put my feet in boots, a hat on my head, and take a walk early in the season. Steeper trails can wait.
How lovely. Makes me wonder why I spend my days in big cities.
Thank you, Lone. Wish you could have joined us on this walk!
Hi Anita. I found your blog through the surname Frick. I am a descendant and just discovered that originally the family was from the Frick Valley. Beautiful photos!