When you start a snowman you start with the body.
Only then you put the head on the body.
Looking through my pictures of the day I found a shot where I caught the guys carrying the head to the bodyin the background.
One Word Sunday: Body.
When you start a snowman you start with the body.
Only then you put the head on the body.
Looking through my pictures of the day I found a shot where I caught the guys carrying the head to the bodyin the background.
One Word Sunday: Body.
Luckily this break up did not lead to the break up of Henry’s relationship with me. I bought a new teapot. And placed it further back on the shelf. I should also add that Henry hasn’t been on the shelf since then. At least not when I am around.



It seems I can’t stay away from the Gruffalo. This sculpture, carved in one piece from a tree felled by lightning, is standing alongside a foot path leading up to an old castle ruin. One has to walk quite a bit up if one wants to look up at the creature, no cars possible there.
This is my husband’s aunt. She was a couple of years younger than my mother-in-law and her favourite out of 12 siblings. We only met her when she was almost 80 due to the fact that when the family had to flee from their home near Königsberg (nowadays Kaliningrad) they were separated and she ended up in town in the East and my mother-in-law in the West. Meeting her so late in life was a blessing but also an explicit reminder of what we had missed: she was full of humour and had a streak of mischief in her, often joking or even playing harmless tricks on her friends and family.
A Photo a Week: She’s Got the Look.