Like the years before, I participated in the August Break meme on Instagram, hosted by Susannah Conway. Every day for the entire month of August we show a photo that fits the prompt of the day. This year I participated almost every day, but I don't want to bore you with a barrage of photos. There are not quite half of them that will get their "moment of fame" on this blog.
Day 3: Handwriting. I have some old family letters that I keep in my grab-and-go box. This one is from my great-grandfather to one of his daughters, written in September 1919. This daughter was my favorite grandaunt. The letter is written in Sütterlin, the old German writing, and since his handwriting is quite sloppy, it is difficult to read. But what a treasure to have!
Day 6: I'm reading. I discovered this book "Little Stories of your Life" by Laura Pashby through an online friend, and I'm loving it. The focus - as the title suggests - is on the little things, how we can write and photograph them and thus create mindful and thoughtful storytelling. It is a wonderful tool to slow down and pay attention. The journals next to the book are composition books that I altered and serve as my daily journal and as the notebook for my little stories. One day, some of these stories will be posted in this space, but for the time being I am writing them in German. I have always loved creative writing, but it flows best if I write in my mother tongue.
Day 8: favorite taste. This was a tricky one! There are a lot of tastes I like and don't want to miss (like hearty dark bread), but when it comes down to it, it's chocolate. Whenever we are in Germany we buy several of this coffee cream chocolate (you get them at Aldi Süd). I haven't found anything like this in the States (nor did I find really good Nougat).
Day 10: yellow. This sweet little wildflower on the grounds of Hailes Abbey fits the bill.
Day 13: 6 o'clock. I simply assumed that it's 6 o'clock in the morning - and this is what I see early in the morning when I come down. Cats - none of them mine - waiting for me to feed them (I told you here how this came to be). White and orange Kibeau in front, big fat King Louie (who steals their food) next to him and Otis in the back. I still haven't figured out how to discourage Louie from coming here even though he by now knows better than to go on eating from the cats' bowls when I turn up.







