Blossom Triumph over Carlsheaven

As we both were up in time this Sundaymorning, a morning walk would have to come next. And as in writing you have to choose some direction. Where would we go? The easiest way into the Solling-Forest, mounting slowly and still shadowy. Simple so far. But then: what is there to be seen on a grey forest road, with abundant geens&greens around? We both had our cameras ready at hand, but alas: Nothing Suprising to see. So we turned around, walked back home along the same track. Boring? Ohyes, if you expect to see the jolly deer jumping around. Or the boars running after their piglets. But then you better start at five or six, instead of snoring on, like we did.


So little adventure to tell when we sipped our Nettle-tea. But why shouldn’t we be happy and satisfied on such a sunny Sunday? Not running after whatsoever, just sitting or laying on the terrace under our Yellow Parasol. Do your reading or have your nap. Nobody calls.
Would you like to go hammering some piece of wood in the Tree Hut? Be Welcome. At the neighbours the grandchildren are playing around, shouting and laughing. Perhaps you would like to chalk on the street, invent a hopping play, blow the seeds from a dandelion? And don’t forget to throw away all those black memories. Or do you prefer to hear some Boring Sunday Music?