I thought a garden chat and photo thread would be a good idea.
This way, we have a space to share current pictures and discuss dandelions and other plants.
This way, we have a space to share current pictures and discuss dandelions and other plants.
Well, I went swimming in the Atlantic in Reykjavik back in December 2014. Getting in took longer than staying in, and the thawing afterward was quite a process.
I’ll do it with my daughter once she can swim and when traveling is possible/allowed/advisable again.
My husband will bravely head straight to the hot pot.
Still, slowly warming up in such an impressive setting would be just perfect for my tired bones.
I’ll do it with my daughter once she can swim and when traveling is possible/allowed/advisable again.
My husband will bravely head straight to the hot pot.
Still, slowly warming up in such an impressive setting would be just perfect for my tired bones.
Hangman schrieb:
The bright spot in the center is the "turn signal"Last week I took a photo of the turn signal. And from a distance, I spotted your house 😉 It looks pretty huge 😳Tolentino schrieb:
When I think of Sauerland, I’m reminded of a song I loudly sang on every ski slope during my first ski trip in 10th grade, mid-90s, in Königsleiten:
“Sauerland, bury my heart on the banks of the Lenne!”
I don’t know Sauerland, nor girls dumber than cows. Though the question remains whether the girls are especially dumb or the cows especially smart—and what that has to do with gardens...
In any case, you’re definitely making me very jealous right now. WILDER!!! It’s “where the girls are still WILDER than the cows” 🙄
Schimi17917 Apr 2021 16:09Well then:
A farmer stood in the Sauerland and thought about how
Chickens sit on the roost, pigeons on the roof
Meanwhile in his chicken coop, the fox prowls lively
And takes the chickens down from their roost one by one
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees (Sauerland)
In Finnentrop it’s dark
In Küntrop even darker
In Hundesachsen they shoot at tourists
And still every year more come
In Winterberg lives a garden gnome
He went to Züschen for a quick drink
He got lost on the way to Schmallenberg
That’s quite far for a full gnome
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
In Stachelau the wild sow rages
All the farmers from Krombach come there
And after the party, everyone beats each other up
It’s something to look forward to all year long
In a barrack in Kalberschnacke
The fire brigade band rehearses
They play the Radetzky March for many hours
And empty five crates of Warsteiner beer
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
A farmer stood in the Sauerland and thought about how
Chickens sit on the roost, pigeons on the roof
Meanwhile in his chicken coop, the fox prowls lively
And takes the chickens down from their roost one by one
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees (Sauerland)
In Finnentrop it’s dark
In Küntrop even darker
In Hundesachsen they shoot at tourists
And still every year more come
In Winterberg lives a garden gnome
He went to Züschen for a quick drink
He got lost on the way to Schmallenberg
That’s quite far for a full gnome
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
In Stachelau the wild sow rages
All the farmers from Krombach come there
And after the party, everyone beats each other up
It’s something to look forward to all year long
In a barrack in Kalberschnacke
The fire brigade band rehearses
They play the Radetzky March for many hours
And empty five crates of Warsteiner beer
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me someday on the banks of the Lenne River
Where the manure heaps are smoking, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows
Wickie schrieb:
Last week I took a photo of the indicator. And from a distance, I spotted your house 😉 It looks quite large 😳Hmm, a footprint of 15 x 8 meters (49 x 26 feet) is narrow but definitely elongated. The ‘wide side’ does make a statement. At the moment, our steppe garden is bothering me as well – once it’s greener with some trees, it will look quite different.
