There are red grapes with white flesh. That would be Pinot Noir plus a few others. That’s one of the varieties they use to make champagne. Which is…basically a white…
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past year or so, you’ll be aware that the trickle of refugees from Syria/Eritrea/Libya/Balkans has grown from a trickle to a…
Or- “Get well soon” as they say around these parts. Which is what you’ll hear when you visit Monika Schmitt’s Andreas Apotheke (Andreas Pharmacy, named after St Andrew, the patron…
Klaawinnerum’s community noticeboard last weekend….
My bowl, too. Our local fountain in Klaawinnerum
The reason that Klein-Winternheim has mass plantings of daffodils on the major access routes is because my late cousin Graham (died 2 years ago in his early 60s and it…
Those altostratus-cirro-cumulonimbi certainly make the picture, don’t you think…?
…and see us sometime. Cartier-Bresson stuff – no tweaking and certainly no pot of red paint to brighten things up.
…input goes to infinity.” The Second Rule of Project Management. (The first is “Scope, Time and Cost – choose 2 to optimise, you can’t optimise all 3”) 17:00 yesterday afternoon.…
..homesickness. A sly-grogging joint out in the fields. Seems like a good enough hide-out away from the wimmen…..
Now, I’m not for the Nanny State, with bureaucrats telling you what you can and can’t do at their whim (Friends are renovating a 1930s cottage in New Zealand. It’s…
Flash new sign at our entrance to the village.
Up until the 1960s, most villages around here had a Backhaus, a communal bakery that was fired up weekly and where you took the loaves that you’d prepared at home…
I find myself quite powerless to stop taking photographs of wind turbines on wind-less mornings…
> This is cool. Local kids paint the bus shelter at the top of Hechtsheimer Berg, decorate it with shadowy figures and tell folks where the action’s at. Tuesdays…
> Wooden spoon in the “Straightness of row” category. I thought these things are computerised these days – key in what you want to sow and GPS does the rest.…
> Now THIS is a good story… When you drive down the mile-long hill into Pateley Bridge in Yorkshire in spring, you’ll be stunned by the mass planting of daffodils…
> ..my bus..Three Euros and twenty in my hand”HT Lou Reed and Gucki Bus stop at the top of the hill blinded bythe lightHT Bruce
> As if all this bloody white stuff wasn’t bad enough, “Wintaro”, a local restaurant, has to rub it in. “Pork fillet , potato SNOW* and salad” *Really just mashed…
> Early successes, spoiled the creation,Hills, ridges reddish tomorrowall creation, – pollen of the flowering godhead,Joints of the light, corridors, stairways, thrones,Rooms from essence, shields made of ecstasy, riotsstormy ecstatic…
> ….Mrs jb thought a second post might be in order… [Enough of this rampant sentimentalism. Ed]
> Had to feel sorry for this guy. It was like watching someone herd cats. “No, not YOU… YOU… no, the other group. Now put your hands in the air…
> Not even a cumulo-cimbus-mirrus to deface a perfectly blue sky ….especially if it’s about the future.” Niels Bohr Meanwhile. Somewhere in the village, it’s winter with sleet and decidedly…
> The various Mainz city coats of arms in the town hall, starting with Ebersheim at the bottom and doubtlessly ending up with Gonsenheim (with a halo) at the top.…
> Now you see ’em. Now you don’t. Lydia Bugner has a bell-push next to her asparagus garage. It’s the “Asparagus bell” during the season. When the asparagus is finished,…
> ….Summer Wine Bugner asparagus. Lydia Bugner, our asparagus lady, is quitting. Granted – it’s a bugger of a job. You’re up at stupid o’clock every morning, it’s back-breaking work,…
> Ornamental cherry (prunus avanacluia) at the top of its game outide the kitchen window. (And yes, the heart was MY idea. Yeah right…) Shameless commercialism: here’s my mate Wisely…
> You really have to feel sorry for St. Andreas, the patron saint of the RC church in Klaawinnerum. All he REALLY wants to do is to sit on his…
> Looking over the fields in Ober-Olm to the vineyards that disappear down the hill towards the village. -10ºC last night, more snow at the weekend. Lots of it.
Reinhilde Roth (on the right, with her sister Christine) runs the eponymous farm shop in the village. She started out with a tiny corner of her parents’ farmhouse, selling only…
> The new subdivision at the top of the hill isn’t going quite as smoothly as folk had hoped. Great rush to be placed on the waiting list, followed…
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