A stuck-up vegetable styled itself as a Brussel sprout,
And claimed to be Belgian - but there was some doubt.
When challenged it shouted: “So you think I’m German?
Tarnation, you turnip, just call me Hermann.
I cannot deny it: YES! I am a Kraut.”
Disclaimer: For my protection I like to emphasise the featured vegetable is not the sprout in question but a bunch of kohlrabi.
Laugh Along with a Limerick: Sprout
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And from Virginia, supposedly! FOWC with Fandango: Creep
Being an inn with a deep heritage doesn’t mean you have to have beautiful windows.
The Apfelweinwirtschaft Buchscheer (the name is an old name for pasture) is located in Frankfurt Sachsenhausen near the tram and train station Luisa. It’s a traditional inn where one is not able to order a beer, they only serve Ebbelwoi (the German kind of cider). It has a lovely outside sitting area under large trees and the inside is charmingly old but the window are … well, decidedly plain.
The inn Schmärrnche in Frankfurt Bornheim has a similiar long history to look back on. The windows are not particulary elaborate either but at least they tried with the trompe l’oeil sandstone frames.
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While taking pictures of almond blossoms that have erupted (that’s what it feels like) during the last week I noticed that the trees were buzzing with honey bees and bumble bees. Then I noticed a shadow overhead and I saw a stork flying west. A … Continue reading Not just flora
And here is the portrait:
A shoot – but what is shooting here? Google wants me to believe it’s a peony – since I don’t know any better, I’ll go with it.
Monday Macro
Hashers sing: “Our soles are heavenbound.” This one misunderstood the word sole though, methinks. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sole
One Word Sunday: Pink
The limit is 20 kmpH in this area! Cellpic Sunday in Hirschberg-Leutershausen
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