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We are halfway through the third week of curfew. I got up at eight in the morning after a night with not enough sleep, because of hubby snoring loudly most of the time, Namo meowing at the top of his voice when not chasing around poor Vaire, and wind blowing outside, rattling the blinds quite efficiently. Then there was the disturbing dreams I had, with murder victims all around. I immediately decided that the evening before was the last one I spent in front of our TV. Hubby loves crime series, I do not. I create my own murder scenarios when dreaming, which is not conducive to beauty sleep. When opening the blinds I saw this:
A slight dust of snow on my car. Doesn´t everyone love such refreshing spring weather!
At nine in the morning it still was a nice minus four outside, not exactly what I think appropriate for spring. Yesterday I ordered herbs and some vegetable plants from a local farmer. Actually, the farmer is a former student of mine, from my first days of teaching, when I was young and she a first-grader. At the end of our phone call she bid adieu to me with a "Good bye, Mrs. K!" Silence. Then we both exploded with laughter. Mrs. K! The last time I heard those words was on my last day of work almost two years ago! After we had calmed down she cautiously asked for my given name, which she had forgotten, maybe never knew. I now have a huge crate full of Italian herbs and vegetable plants in the conservatory, and a "Palmbuschen" for free as compensation for the awkward situation we both were in. A "Palmbuschen" is a local costum, I was not able to find a proper translation but will give you a picture of how it looks like.
Twigs of seven specific plants get bundled and attached to a a hazelnut stick then brought to church for benediction. Farmers plant the Palmbuschen on their fields to invoke God´s blessing.
Her comes the good news: Hubby has finished the renovation of our kitchen ceiling and walls, which had come to a standstill due to the close-down of all our DIY markets. Our neighbour´s son had primer and paint stored in his cellar, leftovers from the renovation he did last summer. Since he did not want any money, hubby paid him by chunks of self-made bacon.
A slight dust of snow on my car. Doesn´t everyone love such refreshing spring weather!
At nine in the morning it still was a nice minus four outside, not exactly what I think appropriate for spring. Yesterday I ordered herbs and some vegetable plants from a local farmer. Actually, the farmer is a former student of mine, from my first days of teaching, when I was young and she a first-grader. At the end of our phone call she bid adieu to me with a "Good bye, Mrs. K!" Silence. Then we both exploded with laughter. Mrs. K! The last time I heard those words was on my last day of work almost two years ago! After we had calmed down she cautiously asked for my given name, which she had forgotten, maybe never knew. I now have a huge crate full of Italian herbs and vegetable plants in the conservatory, and a "Palmbuschen" for free as compensation for the awkward situation we both were in. A "Palmbuschen" is a local costum, I was not able to find a proper translation but will give you a picture of how it looks like.
Twigs of seven specific plants get bundled and attached to a a hazelnut stick then brought to church for benediction. Farmers plant the Palmbuschen on their fields to invoke God´s blessing.
Her comes the good news: Hubby has finished the renovation of our kitchen ceiling and walls, which had come to a standstill due to the close-down of all our DIY markets. Our neighbour´s son had primer and paint stored in his cellar, leftovers from the renovation he did last summer. Since he did not want any money, hubby paid him by chunks of self-made bacon.
