Surrounded by a circle of pines this pyramid looks like the place has mystical or possibly religious significance. It’s on the path surrounding the local lake and the pyramid shows the four compass points, each side facing due North, East, South, and West.
Obviously these honeycomb structures are some kind of greenhouse. I don’t know how they work since they are open on the ground and open to the top. I also don’t know for what kind of crop. The bad news is: it is a kind of synthetic material or plastic. The good news is: the material is usually rolled up when no longer needed and brought out again the year after.
What’s that young stag doing in his forest? Is he jealous of the younger possibly fitter young buck? Or is the younger one jealous of the herd of deer over which the older one lords? Let’s find out. Sizinge each other up. First contact. In … Continue reading The Story of the Forest
During the time-which-shall-not-be-named there was a mask mandate which fragmented the people of the earth into those who could afford a mask, those who couldn’t, those who thought it was a horrible idea, those who thought it was an okay idea and better than nothing, … Continue reading The Masked Educator
but it started to multiply until it covered the whole lawn and it didn’t taste good at all. Double dipping for FOWC with Fandango: Multiply and Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Growth
but I definitely detest people who do not look after their dog’s droppings. Personally, I most dislike it where children are playing, next to park walk ways.
Reading the prompt I immediately thought of the children’s book above. It is orginally a Swedish book, written by Grethe Fagerström and illustrated by Gunilla Hansson, published in 1979. It’s the story of Peter and Ida whose mother is expecting a baby which the children name “Minimum” because it is not yet born. It’s a very open, educational way to talk to children about – not the bird and the bees but the egg and the sperm and the body parts surrounding this topic. It’s been a perennial favourite in Germany and Sweden and possibly other countries.
I find it always amazing when birds fly in large flocks. They move like one large being with elegance and grace. Without the overriding electronic brain of a swarm of drones. They have an incredible consensus without a leader.