For Cee’s Flower of the Day and Bren’s Floral Friday
The boy who refused to eat his soup
In 1844 a father wrote a book for his son, a collection of one gruesome story after the next. It became one of the most well-known German children’s books ever (not the most beloved).
This is the story of Augustus, who would not have his soup (I grabbed the translation into English from this site).
Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had:
And everybody saw with joy
The plump and hearty, healthy boy.
He ate and drank as he was told,
And never let his soup get cold.
But one day, one cold winter's day,
He screamed out "Take the soup away!
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today."
Next day, now look, the picture shows
How lank and lean Augustus grows!
Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still
"Not any soup for me, I say:
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today."
The third day comes: Oh what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.
Yet, when the soup is put on table,
He screams, as loud as he is able,
"Not any soup for me, I say:
O take the nasty soup away!
I WON'T have any soup today."
Look at him, now the fourth day's come!
He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;
He's like a little bit of thread,
And, on the fifth day, he was—dead!
Die Geschichte vom Suppen-Kaspar, aus: Der Struwwelpeter von Heinrich Hoffmann
Smoke on the Water
The final scrabble match had begun. The Police and Deep Purple were present for the punishment of the loser – being thrown into lake Geneva and kept underwater until.
Can You Tell a Story in … 28 Words including scrabble, police, and underwater
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Check and check again
It’s not the worst idea to examine the bottle your are going to drink from. The friend in question (the one on the left in the picture) keeps bringing beer to our meets that “he found at the back of his fridge”. They are usually beyond the “sell-by-date” or “best-before-date”. Last Sunday he brought beers from 2019 (!).
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We met a hiker on trail
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless not linkess. A salamander was the hero of my childhood: https://picturesimperfect2.wordpress.com/2026/04/22/lurchi/
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Pogo – what?
Another word I’ve never heard before. And I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a pogonip but the definition by KI said: “Ein dichter Nebel aus gefrorenen Partikeln, der sich in kalten Winternächten in den tiefen Gebirgstälern des westlichen Nordamerikas bildet, insbesondere in Nevada.” Yes, I said KI since this browser thinks ins German not in English. And the English definiton everyone of you can search on your own.
Back to the task: I have never been to Nevada (or Utah, or North America, or any of the Americas), I’ve never seen a thick fog of frozen particles – so the next back thing: glittering, frozen particles lying on more glittering, frozen particles.
P is for Pea and other Phings
Sarah is the prompter for this week’s Monochrome Madness: The letter P. You can link your welcome contribution to her or to Leanne’s site, the home of all madness, sorry Monochrom Madness. Let’s start with a ponderous subject. That was Poppy, the pug. Just kidding, … Continue reading P is for Pea and other Phings
You never know what you’re gonna get.
Once in the woods a mouse met a fox.
The mouse was a male with long flowing locks.
The fox was also a boy.
And at first they were coy -
Then they thought of their life as a chocolate box.
Laughing Along with a Limerick: Box
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