The epitome of rascals are the two youngsters “Max and Moritz” from the poet and artist Wilhelm Busch’s story: Max and Moritz: A Story of Seven Boyish Pranks. This is them fishing for the Widow Bolte’s chicken dinner (after having killed the chickens which was their first prank).
Aino’s colour choices this week are:
My collage possibly stresses the fantasy part a bit more than the seedling.
Deb’s World oddity today showed two (or possibly three) jet streams in one sky. I remember the sky looking like this a few years ago:
Who was actually playing? Odd.
Not a quote from the Terminator but from Mother Nature herself.
Becky showed us some extreme gardening as an oddity today so I am showing off some involuntary gardening. Isn’t it odd to have a tree growing in what used to be a living room?
The only definition of accumulator I could find that fitted this photo was: “An accumulator is an energy storage device: a device which accepts energy, stores energy, and releases energy as needed.” If that is a traditional, if roundabout way to describe a steaming teapot, let me know please.
This particular pot was seen on Lindisfarne or Holy Island off the north English coast.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Teapot
I had been wondering about this strange looking sculpture. A fox? Possibly. But the ears are not quite right.
Last time we passed this place in Michelstadt a small group of tourists were there with a guide and since we seemed interested we were invited to listen. The figure is indeed a fox, Reineke Fuchs to be precise, the title character of a medieval story which has been told again and again. Apparently every now and again the ears are broken off – the guide blamed local schoolkids – and everytime they are repaired they are little bit bigger than their predecessors, hence the unusual look.
Definitely more than six words this week but I just had to after Debbie’s photo and Queen Victoria’s missing finger.
There is a small explanation needed how I got from “Waxy” to an Ireland rugby jersey. Only a small one, really.
Frankfurt am Main has quite a few Irish pubs and we tried out a few but Waxy’s is the one we go to when we want to watch a rugby match. It hasn’t got as many screens as O’Reilly’s at the station, but it’s not as cramped as Mac Gowan’s on the Zeil, Frankfurt’s shopping street. And in the Anglo-Irish Pub in Sachsenhausen you sometimes have to argue with the English football fans if an interesting football game is on. Besides – Waxy’s has the easiest for parking for out-of-towners like us.
With Ireland doing well in this year’s Six Nations, Waxy’s was the first association that came to mind when I heard today’s prompt
