Buschwindröschen

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Anemonen

Sie sprießen licht aus Waldesnacht,

Ohne reichen Duft, ohne Farbenpracht,

Unter den großen, alten Bäumen,

Über das Moos wie flutend Träumen:

Wann der Wind vorüber streicht,

Neigen sie ihre Köpfchen leicht,

Aber wo die Sonne licht

Durch die Blätterkronen bricht,

Saugen sie all das goldige Scheinen

Sehnsuchtsvoll in den Kelch, den kleinen.

So blühen sie scheu, ohne Glanz und Pracht:

Die lichten Kinder der Waldesnacht.

Therese Dahn, 1845 - 1929






Through my Lens - Our World Tuesday 

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Southern Corners 6 - Girona

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“So, you see, my heart is held forever by this place," she said. "I cannot leave.” 

― Susanna Kearsley

So it's for me with Girona, I've the feeling that I belong to this special place. Everything inside and around this marvelous city and region feels so right and wonderful to me and this place has stolen a big part of my heart.  So I cannot leave ... 

Through my Lens - Skywatch Friday - Our World Tuesday 

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Southern Corners 5 - Fornells, Menorca

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Fornells is undoubtedly one of Menorca’s prettiest villages. It’s an old fishing village set in a vast protected bay with a castle at the entrance, and well known for its gastronomy.

Fornells is the temple of the lobster stew par excellence. There, the chef David Coca makes locals, residents and tourists enjoy the star dish of the Minorcan cuisine from a two-storey fisherman’s house with beautiful views of the bay.

Enjoying a stroll along the promenade under the palm trees at sunset is wonderful and romantic experience.

Skywatch Friday - Our World Tuesday 

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