Confused goat in the vineyard
Man, do I find it difficult to get back into my blogging routine this time. The longer I am prevented from writing for my beloved blog, The Man from Mosel River, the more difficult it is to get started again.
How can this happen after more than three years of blogging? Was I not until very recently extremely disciplined and full of stories?
Instead I feel sheepish and stupid now. Moreover, I have all this material collected, brochures, tasting notes, newspaper clippings, photos and so on, but I cannot make sense of it.
I do not find the entry point. “Where is the door”, I hear myself shout?
My concentration is gone, withered away as old grape leaves in late autumn.
I lost the famous red threat.
Bear with me, and give me some time to find my feet.
They must be somewhere.
PS: I took the above photo in the City museum of Paris in July this year.
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