Edelweiss

eEdelweiss.

I usually say daisies are the friendliest flowers, but for today, I’m going to say edelweiss is the friendliest flower.

Because it starts with E, and I wasn’t going to pick a weirdly exotic word although now that I think of it, I might have had some fun sending you, dear reader, off on a wild goose chase.

Or maybe not. Instead, I’ll regale you with a mushy little love story. Mine.

When John and I were married, he was serving in the US Army in what was then West Germany. We lived in a beautiful little town, Bamberg, and all of Western Europe was our playground.

Austria was just a short drive away, and we went often. The Alps, you know, ARE RIGHT THERE!

And edelweiss grows in the Alps.

So my honey picked a lot of edelweiss for me to put in my hair. It was very long in those days, curly and black. I looked like Yvonne de Carlo.

And he looked like Christopher Plummer.

Do you know where this is going?

Yes.

He often sang Edelweiss to me.

 

edelweiss

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9 thoughts on “Edelweiss

  1. What woman wouldn’t swoon at an Edelweiss serenade?

    P.S. This randomly reminded me of my favorite Bonanza character, Adam, who wore black and played guitar. Unfortunately, he had a sorta butt chin thing going on.

  2. I can’t help but think of John when I hear the word or the song-I remember him singing it to the kids when they were babies. So sweet! ❤

  3. Guess I should thank you for replacing Please Don’t Stop the Music with Edelweiss as the song de jour stuck in my head. 🙂 Sound of Music is a Das Schmidt Haus fav. What a cute story.

      1. It was also his fathers favorite song – he would sing it to us always – sweet to know that he sang it to you in Germany – very romantic 🙂

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