It has always been my favorite time. Winter. I am born in December. I saw snow the first time when I was a few weeks old. Learned to ski just as I was making my first steps. I love snow.
When I wrote the writing prompt on #travelmemories I was going through folders of photographs on my laptop. I was just looking for a title image. But then I ended up going through endless memories.
Thinking what would actually be my favorite travel memory in my home country? The country I was born in. Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve traveled…
After my last post about tulips, I thought it was over. I thought the spring flowers were done blooming. They had started to wither and most petals had fallen off. So I was happy with my last post on the beauty of spring flowers.
But then we went to visit my parents this Sunday. It was Mother’s day. My mom’s not a flower girl. She’s never found beauty in them. But my dad anyway plants them. All kinds of flowers. All across the garden plot. Which are blooming from later winter until the end of fall.
And the terrace was…
Home. Such a common word. Such an often used word. But yet such a powerful word. For those who are free to leave home. But also for those who are confined in their homes.
Home means a lot to me. It’s where I was born. And grew up. Where I ended up living for most of my life. So far. But home is also so much more. Home is a feeling of where I feel loved.
Home is my backpack. Sometimes a tent. Home is country. And another one. Home is where I build connections. And new friendships. Home is…
Just as we are leaving April behind, the temperatures are dropping again and several days of howling winds are following. A bit of rain is feeding the ground with the needed precipitation and our walks in the forest get cooler again.
The birds are singing as the sun is disappearing behind the forest. The church bell is ringing. It’s six o’clock. In this town people still know the time by the sound of the bell. It’s nostalgic. Peaceful. And so full of life.
It has been another lovely day in this laid-back village in the countryside of Germany. Inhaling the fresh air I am taking a deep breath while appreciating my life. I couldn’t have imagined a better place to live in. A better place than this fairytale village.
I’ve never been a city girl. Couldn’t have ever imagined living in…
Once you start capturing the beauty of flowers you can’t stop. After every corner, every front- and backyard you’ll find another one. Another beautiful blooming flower that has to get on camera.
The moment you do see the real beauty in nature you can’t help yourself but share it with others. You are so grateful for all the time you get to explore nature. Appreciation is why you want to put it out there. For others to see it as well.
There is something about flowers and hope. Women get flowers from their admirers. Why? Because the guy hopes she’ll…
While the first ones are running out of travel stories we have the next group of avid travelers already talking about their next planned adventures. The world is still upside down, in some ways at least, and while many still can’t think of taking their next holiday I would like to enlighten the mood with the next writing prompt.
If we share happiness, we double it. There’s a German saying about it and I like the message it’s sending out. If you share your happiness with someone else you make this other person a little happier too. …
The cherry trees were the first ones to bloom. First the wild ones. Then the industrialized ones. Later the apple trees started to show some buds. And together with the pear trees, they began to blossom all at the same time.
And soon the entire valley was in full color. Blossoms were stretching across several layers of trees. In the village. On the fields. And even at the edges of the forest. It looked like a festival of colors.
It is a festival of colors.
For any species on earth, it is a special moment. The Moment the young ones leave their parents behind and have to fend for themselves. It’s a big step ahead into an independent life.
It’s a moment of freedom. A moment of pride. Strength. And adulthood. But it is also a moment of fear. Fear of the unknown coming ahead. Every child wants to be grown up as quickly as possible. But once that moment is near most pull back and do admit they miss their parents.
I just got to witness one of those special moments in nature. Wildlife…
I have been fascinated by the variety and beauty of flowers for a few years now. But I never paid attention to them once they withered. The moment a flower dropped its blossoms it lost my attention.