Monday, May 25, 2015

We Remember

Today is Memorial Day in the United States, a day when we remember the men and women who gave their lives while serving in our country's armed forces. Two years ago I wrote a post how we celebrate the day in my town, and the ceremony is very similar every year - I guess it looks like that in many other places across the US today.

In today's post for Memorial Day I want to visually focus on the poppies. The poppy has become a symbol for the soldiers died in the battles in Flanders during World War I, representing the poppy fields growing among the graves of the soldiers.

I leave you with my photos of poppy fields in my native Germany. These were all taken in the Northeast of Germany in the state of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern that used to belong to East Germany for 40 years.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Found Flowers by the Side of the Street

During one of our after-dinner walks around the neighborhood, the Geek and I found two black pots with geraniums by the side of the street in front of a house. I'm not a huge fan of geraniums, so we didn't really think much about it and walked on.

When I passed there the next day I saw that they were still sitting out there. The wind had blown them over and they were just lying there, their bare roots sticking out. I felt sorry for them, put them back in the pots and then saw the small white piece of paper that said "free". I continued walking, but on my way home I couldn't get the poor flowers out of my head. So I decided to drive over and if they were still there I would give them a home.

Of course they were still there. I brought them home and first gave them a good amount of water to revive them.

I knew I had three terracotta pots that needed to be cleaned out, so I quickly did that and then divided the flowers and gave them a new home in fresh good potting soil. They looked really wild when I was finished, so I cut down all the over grown stuff and the spent flowers.

At the moment they're sitting in the middle of the dead lawn where they get morning sun, but are shaded by the privet tree during the hottest hours of the day . I don't think they will stay there forever, but for the time being it's a good spot.

This is my Friday Find for this week.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Rusty Old Fence

It's actually not the fence that is old and rusty, but the chain that is fastened around the fence post across from what you see in the above photo. And "old" might not be quite right either...

The view from this side is not so very interesting. But let's walk around and take a closer look.

Already better.

Isn't this just a wonderful display of rust? You wonder why it is here, it doesn't look as if it was used recently. I'm not quite sure the lock is even working.

But it's the stuff for great photos!

That's why I'm linking this to Theresa's "Good Fences".


The end of the school year is near.
A good time to show your child's teacher some appreciation.
Why not give him or her a handmade thank you card?
Available in my Etsy store now.


Wednesday, May 20, 2015

An Evening in the English Countryside

Today I am joining Linda's Wednesday Wit and Wisdom for the second time.

This is my photo, taken 15 years ago:

Whenever I look at this photo I travel back in my mind to those single trips to England I took in the late eighties and early nineties. I was hopelessly in love with this beautiful island, its landscape and its people. I often flew to London for long weekends with my friends, and in June, when the days were the longest, I usually spent about three weeks in England - mostly in the Cotswolds and in Norfolk. I traveled on my own and that was exactly the way I liked it.

This photo was taken in Northleach, one of the less touristy villages in the Cotswolds. I stayed in a lovely Bed and Breakfast where I returned to every summer. My favorite time was in the evening, after I had dinner. The days were long, and I loved to walk through the Northleach churchyard and further on into the meadows. The sheep were here every day, and their calm "bah bah" accompanied me on my silent walks. I sat somewhere in the meadow and just took it in - the sheep, the quietness, the wind rustling in the leaves of the old trees, the birds singing their evening songs (I particularly remember the blackbirds). At some time the church bells started to ring - the beautiful change ringing that you find only on the British Isles. It is such a special sound! If you have never heard it, here's a short video. For me this kind of change ringing belongs to an evening in the English countryside. It gives you peacefulness, calms you down and just lets you be in the moment.

I remember feeling completely whole and at peace with myself. Those evenings were magical, and when I feel a bit low nowadays I can go back there in my mind and recall the quietness. I often only returned - reluctantly - when it was starting to get dark. I never feared walking through the cemetery after the sun had set, and I never had any worries being out there in the countryside, just me and the sheep. Sometimes I met a farmer and we talked for a while, had a lovely exchange. Something to feed my soul. Sometimes I would stop at a pub for a pint when I got back to the village, talking to the locals and playing a round or two of Jenga. It was my vacation, I had left all my worries behind, I didn't think about my work, I lived in the moment. I was blissfully young.


I was also invited to link to Two Shoes Tuesday - thank you for the invitation!

Two Shoes Tuesdsay

Monday, May 18, 2015

Take Me on a Boat Ride!

These two Canada geese were hanging out on the boats-for-rent at the small lake. Were they waiting for someone to take them on a boat ride?

They sure explored the boats quite thoroughly.

And when no one came to give them a ride, they seemed to be ready to take matters in their own hands... ehm feet... beak...

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Windmill and Fence

I live in a rather rural area. Sure, my town has a population of 160,000, but it truly is still a small town. Yes, we are at the heart of Wine Country, but we also have a lot of farmland, and I hope it will not be converted into more vineyards. I think we have enough vineyards and produce more wine than anyone can drink (though it's pretty good wine!).

This windmill is close to one of my favorite nurseries out in the countryside. I always enjoy my outings here, not just for buying new plants for my garden, but just to take in the landscape. Sometimes I leave the car in the parking lot of the nursery and walk along the country lane, taking pictures.

There's a single cow right next to the windmill. It's still enjoying a green pasture, but I'm sure it will turn brown not before too long.

I'm linking up again to Theresa's Good Fences.


Father's Day is coming up!
Why not sending a nice card to your Dad?
They are available in my Etsy store.


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Waiting For the Season to Start

During the warm season you can rent a boat at the lake and spend some relaxing hours on the water. You can choose between paddles, kayaks and row boats.

During one of my last visits the boats were already at the lake - waiting for the season to start. I love their warm yellow contrasting with the deep blue of the lake, especially in the morning when the sunlight is filtered through the trees and still has this beautiful golden tone.

But the row boats look quite romantic as well. I have a soft spot for row boats...

Not much longer, and the boats will go out on the water. I will still see them in the morning tied together close to the beach, but not that close as this time.