but still a cutie. Silent Sunday
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Drowned Strawberry Fields
under a blue sky. I was cycling yesterday and the smell of strawberries was pervasive. Sun, fields, strawberries (and a porta-loo for the field workers) – what else would I want on an early summer’s day? I noticed there were no workers around. Mhm … … Continue reading Drowned Strawberry Fields
Many Rooms
I am not sure if the apartments are roomy but the building certainly has a lot of rooms. FOWC with Fandango: Roomy
Practising an Old Artform
The art is called “looking down the road to will expected humans to come home”. We have a single word for that in German (or possibly only in our local dialect): herbeigucken. Henry is a master at it. Once he spotted us, he’d deny he … Continue reading Practising an Old Artform
What You Do with It
Having wealth is one thing. Doing something with it is what counts. I came across this statue and what I first thought was a kind of court jester happens to be a likeness of Philipp I. was the landgrave of Hesse, powerful and wealthy. When … Continue reading What You Do with It
Playing with Paper
Before we had Barbie dolls we had paper dolls. We cut out paper figures and different clothes. Then we dressed the dolls and played with them until they ripped. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Paper
Not Quite the Peak
That’s the Feldberg tower. The Feldberg in the Black Forest is the highest peak in Germany outside the Alps with an altitude of 1493m. It’s a mountain massif, i.e. there are several peaks. When we were there for a weekend in August in 2018 we … Continue reading Not Quite the Peak
Hellishly Good and Outrageously Tasty, too
Six Word Saturday
What the Frog Saw
Looking over a frog’s shoulder. Water, Water Everywhere Ooops, I think I reacted too early to Jez’ re-doing his post from last Monday. I leave as is now and link on Monday to his up-to-date post.
Where Everybody Knows Your Game
Not that long ago every tavern in every village in Germany had a regulars’ table called Stammtisch. The local regulars would congregate there, usually just having drinks and only occasionally something to drink. To pass the time they would play cards, usually the traditional games … Continue reading Where Everybody Knows Your Game
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