Category: Seasons

Spring on a Swiss Farm

A view with the Alps in the background from a walking path nearby our flat.

April showers bring May flowers. We live in a farming community where our flat is surrounded by barns and pastures. When we first got here, everything was covered in snow. Since Spring has finally arrived, this community has come to life.

Farmers are out on their tractors; the cows we only saw in the barns before have been let out to pasture; and our neighbors will soon be receiving their annual flock of sheep. We’ve also started emerging from our cocoon of the heated flat and triple layers of clothes to enjoy afternoon walks.

These photos are a collection I’ve taken to show how beautiful the Switzerland countryside is in Spring. Enjoy!

Spring on a Swiss Farm
A view with the Alps in the background from a walking path nearby our flat.
Spring on a Swiss Farm
Flowers start to bloom in a neighbor’s garden.
Spring on a Swiss Farm
A neighbor’s, Farmer Michael, calf spends some time in the round pen.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
A farm dog takes a break from his many duties.
Life on the Swiss Farm
A neighbor’s garden is beginning to sprout.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
This is the stream that runs behind our flat with the overpass we walk over to go to town.
Life on the Swiss Farm
A farmer moves fresh hay for the cows to the barn.
Life on the Swiss Farm
An advertisement for a chocolate company sits in a nearby pasture.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
Community garden plots can be found all along the train route.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
A tractor makes it way across a pasture below the barn.
Life on the Swiss Farm
Cows are let out to pasture while a horse walks with his rider in the background.
Life on the Swiss Farm
The flowers are blooming, and it makes me think this place is going to be hard to leave.
Life on the Swiss Farm
One of the many cats in and around our farming community. They help the farmers keep mice out of the barns.
Spring on the Swiss Farm
Even the snails that have begun to emerge are beautiful with their swirled shells.

-Monica