Newest addition to our household. Six words thanks to my German grasp of compound nouns.
Alternative title: Love me tender, love me sweet.
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Cloud Surfing Train
Weekend Sky #15.
Death of Rats
The black robed figure, the scythe, the skull and the skeletal hands … the grim reaper. Except, this one is somewhat smaller and is actually not DEATH HIMSELF but the Death of Rats. It’s the Grim Squeaker, obviously.
For more information please visit any Discworld book featuring DEATH or Susan (any after Reaper Man, that is).
Friday Fun: Iconic.
Instant karma
The kids were playing on the roundabout and the playground bully tried to trip them. Then he joined in and — tripped. Ouch!
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Comeuppance.
Unexpected guests
who so far haven’t overstayed their welcome.
But one never knows. Who can be said to be more coldblooded than snowmen and -women?
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sangfroid.
Who Tied a Bright Pink Ribbon on the Old Beech Tree?
In the very monochrome winter beech forest I came upon this pink ribbon. It looked so out of place.
Lock up the pink!
Kid gloves … boots, I meant boots.
Linked to Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: January Color – Pink.
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