We visited my two aunts and my uncle in Roanoke, right after Christmas. My aunt and daughter and I went for a walk. It was a bit cold but beautifully sunny. This bridge looked so beautiful against the border of the blue sky.
It seems odd sometimes to me that people are so frustrated with immigrants. Don’t we all move if we think there is a better job, or better homes, or opportunities for our children? To escape violence or discrimination or war and to try to help families and ourselves. What is a border to that hope?
This tree differs from the surrounding ones in that many of the younger branches go straight up. Like suckers on a fruit tree, but not just at the top. I saw fallen ginkgo leaves and oak leaves, but did not come close enough to this tree to look on the ground. We had a beautiful winter walk.
Refugees welcome - Flüchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflüchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.