Garden Pictures Chat Corner

Well, I was swimming in the Atlantic in Reykjavik in December 2014. Okay, getting in took longer than staying in, and the thawing afterward was also quite lengthy.
Should do it with my daughter once she can swim and when traveling is possible/allowed/should be done again.
My husband will bravely turn off towards the Hot Pot right away.

Still, slow cooking in front of an impressive backdrop would be just the right thing for my tired bones.

The bright dot in the middle is the "Blinker"

Last week I even took a photo of it, of the blinker. And meanwhile - from a distance - discovered your house ;) Looks pretty huge :oops:

The song that suddenly came to my mind when I thought of Sauerland is the one I shouted on every slope during my first ski trip in 10th grade in the mid-90s in Königsleiten: "Sauerland, bury my heart on the banks of the Lenne!"

I know neither Sauerland nor girls who are dumber than cows. Although the question remains whether the girls are particularly dumb or the cows particularly smart – and what all that has to do with gardens...

In any case, you’re making me especially jealous right now.

WILDER!!! It’s "where the girls are still WILDER than the cows" :rolleyes:

Well then:

"A farmer stood in the Sauerland and thought about
That chickens sit on the perch, pigeons on the roof
Meanwhile in his chicken coop, the fox is frolicking cheerfully
And gradually pulls the chickens off their perch

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me once on the banks of the Lenne
Where the manure heaps smolder, there are no palm trees (Sauerland)

In Finnentrop it is dark
In Küntrop even more so
In Hundesachsen tourists are shot at
And yet more come every year

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 drunk little gnome

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me once on the banks of the Lenne
Where the manure heaps smolder, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in the 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 fights
People look forward to that all year long

In a barrack in Kalberschnacke
The fire brigade’s band practices
They march Radetzky march for hours
And empty five crates of Warsteiner

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me once on the banks of the Lenne
Where the manure heaps smolder, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in the Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me once on the banks of the Lenne
Where the manure heaps smolder, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in the Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury me once on the banks of the Lenne
Where the manure heaps smolder, there are no palm trees
Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland
Bury my heart in the Lenne sand
Where the girls are wilder than the cows"

Last week I took a photo of it, of the turn signal. And meanwhile - from a distance - discovered your house ;) It looks pretty huge :oops:

Hmm, 15x8m floor area is narrow but also elongated. The 'wide side' is definitely a statement. At the moment, our steppe garden annoys me too - once it's greener and a few trees are standing, it will look quite different.

Hehe. Maybe there was once a maxi version with different lyrics. I really understood it that way in the driver's note. Or it was my pubescent brain that always made it "stupider" than that

Thanks for the correction!