…for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.. Psalm 103.15.
To you it might look just a a normal field, but it is not. This is near the place where my Mother brought me on the back of her bike, when I was about 5 years old, telling me the story of some young people, whose love was impossible. Although being so young, I strongly felt sensed her feelings for the young people. Now about 70 years later I, wonder if she was one of them.
Recently I visited the place with our very good American friends, but maybe I forgot to talk about love story.