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Tag: Weinheim
The mouse ran up ad hoc
I have an ulterior motive with my 6 word musings this Saturday. I was walking in the woods yesterday when this little creature ran in front of me on the path. It was tiny, totally unperturbed, meeping in a high voice, and following ants on which it pounced and ate one after the other. I think it was either a wood mouse or a bank vole – but the size still puzzles me. Its body was just an inch long, the tail about another inch. Any of the animals I checked up on are normally bigger. Or was this a baby who was still learning to keep under cover and keep quite? I hope it learned fast. Anyway, if somebody knows for sure what I saw I’d appreciate to hear from you.
The area was a fairly well frequented part of a large arboretum with exotic trees from all over the world, beech varieties are also included, pretty close to a town, in southwest Germany (Weinheim an der Bergstraße). https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exotenwald
for: Six Word Saturday
Stoney faces
for The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Textures.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/textures/
Home is where the heart is
Believe it or not – this was my playground when I grew up. No, I’m not of noble descent – our house was on the other side of the wall in the old part of town. One of the weirder influences this had on me is that I associate peacocks with a fuzzy, snug, and warm feeling. I remember that visitors staying overnight with my parents usually came to breakfast with a harrowed look on their faces and “What was THAT noise last night??!” on their lips. But to this day the shrill sound of a peacock’s call says “home” to me.
for Jennifer Nichole Wells’ One Word Photo Challenge: HOME
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2017/07/30/this-weeks-challenges-july-30-august-5-owpc-ww/
Mein Hut, der kennt Geschichten – My hat, it knows some stories
Taking part in Paula’s photo challenge “traces of the past” (in monochrome) I thought it was fitting to showcase a part of my past (no, I’m not THAT old).
This tower – dating back to the second half of the 13th century – has dominated my childhood as it cast its shadow over the garden behind our house. It owes its name “der blaue Hut” (the blue hat) from the former, long gone slate blue roof.
This view shows how it was once part of the town wall of Weinheim an der Bergstraße, Germany, but now stands at the border between the town and the palace grounds.
At night it looks eerie and forbidding – reminiscent of its past as jail.
And from the right angle it complements the ruin of the “Burg Windeck” which is another 150 years older.
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/black-white-sunday-traces-of-the-past-y2-06-2/
Der blaue Hut
This tower was one of four of our town’s fortification (three are still remaining). He was named after his dark blue slate covered roof. The roof has been neither slate nor blue for quite a few centuries but the name remains.
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2017/03/03/color-your-world-sky-blue-2/
Mein Weinheimer Dreigestirn
I think Christmas times in South Africa have spoilt me for years to come: I rather have hot weather, sunshine, braai vleis, and lazing around the swimming pool than the North and Middle European variety. But for what it’s worth I was happy to receive one of these little wooden figures each year as a present from my home town, and they have been part of our Christmas decorations every since.
https://thegirlthatdreamsawake.wordpress.com/2016/11/21/52-weeks-photo-challengeweek-15-christmas/
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