At Last, the Festival Meadow

On the eve of the festival, every path led to the decorated meadow. There was much to do, but everything felt like arrival.

Beyond the final forest path, the flower arch opens onto the festival meadow. Puschel pulls, Flauschi steers, and together they bring the cart, lights and golden acorn exactly where tomorrow’s celebration will begin.

Puschel checked route, luggage and direction. Flauschi checked the map once more. Then they set off, curious enough for every detour.

Puschel“At Last, the Festival Meadow,” Puschel said, giving their adventure a name. Flauschi smiled. Whatever came next, they would face it side by side.

Beneath the first lights, preparation finally turned into celebration.