To some it’s madness, and to others it’s exhilarating fun. I’m sitting on the fence. I might like to try it. I think. Maybe. Okay, I’m off the fence. IT IS MADNESS! Weekly Prompt Weekend Challenge: Madness
To some it’s madness, and to others it’s exhilarating fun. I’m sitting on the fence. I might like to try it. I think. Maybe. Okay, I’m off the fence. IT IS MADNESS! Weekly Prompt Weekend Challenge: Madness

No, not because I will shut up. But I’ll whisper.
Germany is known for “quiet time”, i.e. loud intentional and avoidable noises are not allowed at certain times. The exact times are determined by the local authorities but in general they are during the early afternoon every day and all of Sunday. Sunday is considered a Ruhetag, a day of rest, Ruhe implying rest and quiet.
As a consequence, lawn should not be mowed on a Sunday. This particular lawn (our lawn) will not be mowed anytime soon, though. My son wanted a particular favour from dad, offered to mow the lawn, and was forbidden to do it – because my husband likes the little yellow flowers. Hence: Silent Sunday and silent every day.
Ironically the flowers (weed?) are called “common piglet herb (gemeines Ferkelkraut) in German. In English it’s called common or hairy cat’s ear. We like the English name better!
The town admin has put a bank in our park, dedicated to tittle-tattle. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Tittle-tattle
I’m getting knots in my fingers to sort out the last wordpress pages.
There are two things hat I need help with:
Any ideas will be very much appreciated.

The small church on the left side, a chapel actually, was built on the initiative of its donor, Hildegund von Weinheim in the 14th century. It has quite a colourful history and was maintained by various donors and charity trusts. Although a Roman Catholic chapel it opened it doors to the Protestant congregation in 1973, the year when I had confirmation classes. But it was not used for Catholic services for many years and in 2012 the building was desegregated and sold. Since then it is an event location and can be booked for wedding receptions, art exhibitions, company and family events. I wonder what the original donor would think about that?

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by a spire standing in front of it.
After weeks of rain or at least cloudy skies we are having gorgeous skies at the moment. I was sitting in the courtyard of the local castle (now our townhall) and looking up was a pure delight – but not unhindered.

I was never a girlie girl and could probably be classed as a tomboy. Except when I visited my father in his office when I still little. Then I fantasized to be a princess. Who could blame me if he worked in such a wonderful … Continue reading Fantasy Is a Mirror