This whimsical fruit and veg seller just has to be Italian. Or, my Italian lessons just kicked in. Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenged: Whimsical
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
That’s what I Felt Like
periodically (every $/%/& month). FOWC with Fandango: Period
With this Prompt
how could I not? Those who know know. If you don’t know let me introduce myself: I’m Elastic. Knicker Elastic. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Elastic
Which Direction Will It Take?
Love – like all emotions – has an impact on us. But in which direction will it take us? Sometimes the inspiration can go wrong. Molière said: “Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.” (The School for Wives). … Continue reading Which Direction Will It Take?
Phlomis
or Turkish sage Wordless Wednesday
Honeycombed Mystery
Obviously these honeycomb structures are some kind of greenhouse. I don’t know how they work since they are open on the ground and open to the top. I also don’t know for what kind of crop. The bad news is: it is a kind of synthetic material or plastic. The good news is: the material is usually rolled up when no longer needed and brought out again the year after.
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About Millers, and Hiking, and Singing
“Wanderlust” is originally a German word and the meaning is slightly different in the German language: it includes the yearning to go and see foreign lands but has more to do with “itchy feet” – because “wandern” means “hiking” in the sense of “on shanks’ mare”. Germans used to go hiking into the big wide world and sang while doing it.
Probably the most well-known song of this genre is: “Das Wandern ist des Müllers Lust” (hiking is the miller’s delight). Most Germans will think it is a folk song and describes a miller by profession hence it is mostly illustrated with windmills and watermills. In truth, it was written in 1820 by Wilhelm Müller (that would be William Miller), a German author.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Wanderlust
The Story of the Forest
What’s that young stag doing in his forest? Is he jealous of the younger possibly fitter young buck? Or is the younger one jealous of the herd of deer over which the older one lords? Let’s find out. Sizinge each other up. First contact. In … Continue reading The Story of the Forest
Learning to Count
One, two Buckle my shoe; Three, four Knock at the door; Five, six Pick up sticks; Seven, eight Lay them straight; Nine, ten a big fat hen Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Nursery Rhyme
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