If you didn’t know that the city of Frankfurt has a vineyard of its own, you’re not alone. We didn’t know either. And we certainly didn’t expect to find it 20km outside of Frankfurt, in Hochheim am Main.
Here are the windows of the estate, new and old combined:
Linked to Monday Window.
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is exit.
But if you think about it, every exit can also be an entrance.
Depending on which side you are standing.
There is light at either end of the tunnel.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Exit.
This reservoir in the Odenwald, the Marbach Stausee, features a unique structure in the middle. I’m sure it has something to do with the lake’s function but I’ve not found a detailed explanation why it is there – except for looking strange and unique, especially with its reflection in the still waters.
Linked to Friday Fun: Unique.
This little wood mouse was too early out of its nest, I think, but probably also too late in the year to be born. It was sitting on the side of a path, squeaking loudly but not running away. There was no adult close by, at least not one we could see. We pushed him gently with a stick into the leaves on the side and told it to be quiet.
Linked to One Word Sunday: Early.
This is my awake (awoke?) week. It seems I have used up all my awaken (awoken) photos this week already: my awake coffee mug, my cat waking me when it is still dark, even a sunrise somewhere. But I know (and the mirror confirms this) that I will never look as awake as this hare, alert, vigilant, sharp, and wired. I need something to awaken my morning bearing.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Awaken.
I’ve done two versions. Take your pick.
Zakes Mda is a South African writer whom I got to know first as a playwright. His plays were performed at the Johannesburg Market Theatre. In The Heart of Redness he writes about Nongqavuse, a Xhosa girl who prophesied the exodus of the British settlers if her people were to kill their cattle and burn their crops. This resulted in a massive famine in 1856/57 in the area of the Eastern Cape, with an estimated 20,000 people dying and many more deplaced. Mda shifts from the historical perspective to the present to illustrate the interplay of history, myth and present day reality.
Linked to Thursday’s Special: Make a book cover.
Linked to A Photo a Week: Something baked.
No, for once not COVID related. This is a photo from 2016. I had planned an outing to these castle grounds and ended up in front of the gate reading “closed” – very frustrating. I’ve never found out why the park wasn’t open. I’ve been back since and could go in.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Frustration.
I am not a creature of habit. We don’t eat at a specific time in the evening. I don’t go to bed at the same time each night. I sometimes eat lunch, sometimes I don’t. Even though I don’t have a long commute, I like to mix it up and take different routes. Most days I’ll drink coffee before I leave in the morning but occasionally I have a glass of water instead. It’s not unknown, albeit really seldom, that I eat breakfast. Sometimes I have to rush because I started reading the news on my phone, sometimes I just leave leisurely. But there is one morning ritual that has been forced on me. At around 6am, earlier in summer, later in winter, I am woken by a cold nose nudging me gently at first, more forcefully the longer I don’t react. Somebody wants food. I get up, barely conscious, rip open a food pouch, place the filled bowl down, and find my way back to bed. Sometimes the cat will settle down next to me and purr me back to sleep. My catnap, if you will, before the alarm sounds and I have to get up in earnest.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Morning rituals.
