If Harvey wakes up on Christmas morning and doesnt see his Christmas present, he might be wondering why. I guess the good boy Harvey will of course understand that Father Christmas can be forgetful, the reindeers could be exhausted and not feeling well. And many reasonable reasons why the present is not in the stocking. …
My Advent calendar just told me the most beautiful love story in the world. This morning, my faith in love has been restored. The story is My hikes through the Bergisch have become shorter, but more enjoyable. I love the high-altitude paths with their benches at the edge of the forest, from which you …
So you have become my home? Not yet, because the residence permit have still got an expiration date. I am so relieved to get rid of the ambiguous status, at least for the next 10 months. If compare to the 3 months extension, 10 months is luxurious long. Thanks God for His guidance. Smart and …
Sunset at 5 PM, it’s getting cold, fallen leaves at sidewalk, the trees are almost bare. I can hear the footsteps of winter drawing near. Still, now is far too early to talk of winter, says the flowers. Viburnum farreri (Duftschneeball) has just started its flowering season. Garden cosmos flower languages are persistent happiness, order, …
Title: You Call That Brave? (EN) Mutig, Mutig (DE)Author: Lorenz Pauli and Kathrin Schärer(A book borrowed from a friend.) A mouse, a frog, a snail, and a sparrow decide to find out who is the bravest among them. To prove his bravery, the mouse wanted to swim a long distance without coming out from the …
The poems collected here were written by a urbanite for urbanites. He tried to reflect. Because one can lose contemplation, but one must find it again.Die hier gesammelten Gedichte schrieb ein Großstädter für Großstädter. Er versuchte sich zu besinnen. Denn man kann die Besinnung verlieren, aber man muss sie wiederfinden. Preface – The 13 MonthsVorwort …
This little fallen leaf that I met in Cologne was carrying a song. A song that I once heard in a beautiful concert in Cologne and the season in the song is autumn. To be precise, it is an autumn dawn, the protagonist is feeling lonely, even lonelier than last year. Suddenly, a leaf has …
Today, I start reading Water Music by T.C. Boyle. A fiction between 1795 and 1805, about the adventure of the Scottish explorer Mungo Park. The review written by Salman Rushdie about this book is very interesting: It is a book in the worst possible taste, serves no useful purpose Its title will make Handel …
The apple of someones eye. The person who someone loves most and is very proud of. From: https://dictionary.cambridge.org/ Wie seinen Augapfel hten. ⟨jmd. Htet etw., jmdn. Wie seinen Augapfel⟩ meist bezogen auf etwas besonders Kostbares, Wertvolles mit groer Sorgfalt, Achtsamkeit behandeln, behten, bewachen, um Schaden oder v erlust zu verhindern. Aus: https://www.dwds.de/ Before the apple …
My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;Mein Herz ist wie ein ApfelbaumMit Ästen hangend von Früchten schwer.Christina Rossetti Now is the prime time to pick apples. Everywhere I go, I see apple-laden branches. As the apple season begins, I already baked cinnamon apple muffins. While I am writing this, I …