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My pleasure Jane. Excuse the late re-visit, and have a great weekend ahead. Michael
It was pleasant talking to you, Michael 🙂 I’m just about to turn in. Have a lovely weekend, and I hope your weather is going to be better than ours 🙂
Hello, sorry had a short delay here. Here its sunny, hope it will be also tomorrow. Its always a pleasure talking to you Jane, especially with my low level in the English language. Hope i will be better soon. Have also a good weekend. Michael
You have a very good level of English, Michael and a good level of comprehension which isn’t the same thing. I can’t speak a word of German!
Thank you very much Jane! Very kind of you. Oh, German is not ciompatible to the most other languages, and our dialect here is horrible too. There is a joke how you can get an inhabitant of Upper Palatine to bark like a dog. You have to tell him where the beer is. So he will shout “Wou”, “Wou”. ***lol*** Michael
At least you can joke about it!
Yes, but the other dont like it.100 years ago our ancestors came from Svizzerland an Hungary/ Romania into this region. There could also be some blood of Duke Drakul in our veins. 😉
That could explain a few things…LOL!
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But we love garlic, and crosses are no problem. 😉
That’s true!!!!
“frog-laughter” What a wonderful description. 😉 Michael
Thank you, Michael. It’s a real chortle 🙂
Its a great and true expression for what others only call “noise”.
I know lots of people hate the noise of frogs and toads, but it makes me smile.
Yes its also to m, an they are intelligent animals too.
All animals are intelligent as much as they need to be, I suppose 🙂 Except us!
I fully consent, Jane! I heared this morning the wonderful singing of the birds.;-) Michael
They sing all night too, some of them. Where do they find the energy?
Oh, thats a good question? Here because my mother is feeding them with cakes. 😉
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This is such a beautiful poem, Jane. It made me feel peaceful just reading it! 🙂
At supper, we watched an owl skimming across the meadow and catching something. I took Finbar out for a quick walk and startled some deer in the next field. Their warning bark was so loud!
Wow–so cool! Right now, all I can hear is the noisy garbage truck finally picking up the garbage. Oh, now here’s the recycling truck. 🙂
The sounds of the city. Necessary but not lovely.
We’re more like suburbs, but yes.
True, there’s a subtle difference. In the suburbs you get the bin men and their truck collecting the rubbish, in the city, before and after the bin men come round you have the happy party-goers tipping the bins over…
True, and things are closer together. There seem to be constant siren sounds in the city–police, ambulance, fire–in the city, too.
It’s the price you pay for having the amenities. Some people feel safer when they know they are surrounded by thousands of other people too.
evenings in the country are so beautiful
They are!
Time for bed 💜💜
It is. Good night 🙂
Good night 💜🌹💜
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