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How do you smile?
Let me count the ways: happy, mischievous, wistful, ironic, impish, hearty, content, joyful, delighted … the list goes on and on.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Smiles.
A place with a view
For me, it helps if there is a bit of an elevation and a view across the land – as is the case here, once again in the Odenwald: overlooking a valley to the next line of hills.
Linked to Friendy Friday: Quiet places.
Don’t let it grow under your feet
Although I am allergic to grass pollen, I like getting close to grass – even if in bloom.
Much like insects.
It serves not only as a backdrop.
A miniature version of lens balls.
Occasionally, grass harbours surprises.
Animals like to shelter in grass, too.
Not just small animals.
It can even serve as a play thing.
All too soon it changes colour, the forecast of autumn storms.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Grass.
From the shadows of time
German doesn’t recogonise a difference between shadow and shade, it’s both Schatten to Germans.
I happen to come across this lovely spot today. To sit in the shade of two majestic linden trees
and look onto the 1200-year-old Einhard basilica, one of very few buildings dating back to the Carolingan area north of the Alps,
and then to go inside and marvel at the shadows which were the same ones looked on by the visitors of the basilica when it was newly built.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Shadows.
Change is inevitable
Once upon a time there was a small river running through a part of my hometown.
My sisters still remember playing on the railing and in the water. I am a few years younger and by my time the Grundelbach was already covered and ran for about 1 km beneath the road.
The town’s hospital was built over it and
the fire station next to it.
But even that is history now. There is a new regional hospital and a modern fire station away from the hills which hampered expansion. On the site is now a supermarket, a car park, and the traffic is led through a tunnel. On top of all that a large development with flats for the elderly and doctor’s offices has been established
Historic photographs are mounted on the walls.
At present, there is a building site for residential houses opposite which makes a panorama shot of the photographic mural difficult. But I might revisit the photos in a year’s time when the pedestrian area is free again.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Nostalgia.
Fairies on the ferries
Sometime during summer our running group does a ferry run. It’s a different location each year, we find a ferry, and we plan a run which involves crossing a waterway.
It’s a lot of fun.
The way back may be another ferry ride or crossing a bridge. Most of us dress up as fairies (because it is fun). We’ve had runs which involved skinny dipping.
And it always ends in more fun.
Sadly – you might have guessed it – this year’s fairy / ferry run has been cancelled.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Summer traditions.
Giraf(f)e
Deep in my archive there is this giraffe. I honestly don’t know anymore where it came from (it was taken before I started to properly organise all my photos, it’s my own fault). Maybe there was a giraffe lurking nearby creating this shadowy reflection on the window. Maybe it was something else. It was my most grievous fault not to notice.
There is something lurking in my memory archives. A French poem by Jacques Prévert.
Mea Culpa
C’est ma faute
C’est ma faute
C’est ma très grande faute d’orthographe
Voilà comment j’écris
Giraffe.
The poem relies on the fact that giraffe is spelled with only one f in French: girafe. So his fault was not actually a fault, just spelling in a different language. I have found translations neither in English nor in German, which is unusual because it is a well known poem and because of it outward simplicity and brevity often used in French language classes. The difficulty in translation is not only that “girafe” is “giraffe/Giraffe” in either language. Together with the fact that the poem is built on the Confiteor as used in the celebration of Roman Catholic mass and the Latin mea culpa is translated into French as c’est ma faute (it’s my fault) but in English it’s “through my fault” (because of the Latin ablative, the same problem occurs in German) and that makes a translation as a poem with the same depth impossible.
A literal translation would be:
Mea Culpa
It’s my fault
It’s my fault
It’s my most grievous orthographical fault
Here is how I wrote
Girafe.
Linked to Friendly Friday Challenge: Unusual.
Let us eat cake!
Contrary to what my weight suggests it’s not so much the food that comforts me as the company while preparing and eating.
This was our grandson’s attempt at baking with a train cake mould and then decorating it with prepacked food colouring, blue sprinkles, pine nuts and peppermint sweets.
It might not reach the highest standard of confectionery baking – but, hey! we liked it!
Linked to Friendly Friday: Comfort Food.
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