Roof tiles
Timber & Tiles
Timber
Cee’s Midweek Madness: Old Brick Colors
Wordless Wednesday
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Tiles and Timber
Who else?
After our misunderstanding last weekend ( –> Henry’s Ordeal ) we were treated with some disdain by our cat. He looked away purposefully whenever we tried to approach him:
I resorted to bribery:
It seems to have worked; the men were united once again:
Whereas I was noticeably considered an intruder:
“What’s a matter, you!? Gotta no respect?!”
Summers in Provence
From age 13 to age 18 I was packed off during summer to family friends living in our twinned town in Provence. Cavaillon is known as the capital of melons, and everywhere in Provence are fields of lavender. For me, these two scents – ripe melons and lavender blooms – conjure up innummerable memories.
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Common Scents
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An appeal to not let your dogs poop uncontrolled. Particularly not in fields where food is grown.
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Don’t Lose It
“A smile puts you on the right track. A smile makes the world a beautiful place. When you lose your smile, you lose your way in the chaos of life.”
Roy T. Bennett, The Light of the Heart
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
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Monkey Swing, Monkey Do
What else could he be up to but some monkeyshines when escaping?
And here are the places that would love to accommodate him: The Blue Monkey in Bensheim, Monkey’s at Bostalsee, and a real shiny monkey, the Brass Monkey in Heidelberg.
Where would you like to get up to some high jinx?
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Monkeyshines
A Bag Full of Memories
This was our goodie bag from last weekend except that I have the t-shirt in a burnt orange and a turquoise blue as well. The weekend which these items represent was so much more than the parts – sunshine and rainbows and a little bit of rain (and the weather forecast had promised almost three solid days of rain), and very hilly trails amidst the vineyards with gorgeous views of the Rhine and the Loreley, and wine and beer and cocktails and food and snacks and music and party to our hearts’ content – and most important: nice people quite a few of them friends, old and new ones. The youngest hasher was 8 months old and thus just 90 years short of our oldest hasher. And fun was had by all.
And as I promised to Bushboy: that will me be quiet about hashing for quite some time. After all the stress of organising 270 people, I can think again about other things now.
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: More than the Sum of Things
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