The crunch of snow
when you walk over it,
and the silence of the forest,
each noise swallowed by the white magic powder
– these are two of the lucky maker par excellence.
At last, yesterday we managed to stroll through the Christmas market in Ratisbon.
I like being in the city.
She is old and the houses are close together.
Around this time, it quickly becomes dark and it is decorated throughout festive.
It shines and sparkles at every turn.
At the Christmas market, we always eat (every year) a grilled sausage wrapped in a bun, topped with spicy mustard.
For this purpose, a mulled wine.
And after we are gone another round, we still eat a fresh hot crepe filled with Nutella.
This year we photographed the Christmas market from above.
It looks very small.
But do not be fooled, there are many, many people here.
At the end we were yesterday still in the cinema.
We wanted to watch a German, Christmassy, funny, tears touching love story.
And it was then, German, Christmas, funny and touching tears.
Oh and by the love of course also occurred.
Today I have a day off. The work rested and I as well.
Luckily for me there was sunshine in the morning
and Frieda and I walked a long while over the fields and through the woods.
Turned the face to the sun and eyes closed,
fresh, lukewarm air breathed
and found peace.
It feels like spring and not, as of December and a few days before Christmas.
But so what?
Open doors for friends and family …
I like the winter time very much
when everything is cozy and bathed in warm light.
When the incense smell goes through the rooms
and the smell of freshly baked Christmas cookies.
I also like the summer time
when friends and family are to visit
and all the windows are open.
When the birds are chirping
and you can hear the voices of the neighbors.
And mild wind fills the curtains.
I like it when friends come to visit,
when the house is filled with laughter,
clattering cutlery and wine glasses
and good entertainment.
because I like the quiet also
and the sound oft the simple ticking of the kitchen clock.
This is the front door.
You are welcome if you come in.
Living room with open door for cozy evenings on the couch.
And the entrance to the kitchen.
The door I’ve changed many years ago against a blue beaded curtain.
Currently we are baking a lot and lit the candles on the Advent wreath.
– open doors –
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