My favourite river has frozen over, partly.
My favourite river has frozen over, partly.
Again I’m sorry to disappoint you, my dear readers! But I firmly believe in rather writing posts not in time but whole-heartedly than in time but half-heartedly. And so after sewing the whole sunday through and spending Monday in Kassel visiting the Scoundrel at his native place I had no time, nerves and heart left to spin a Porcelain Sunday or Matching Monday for you – I hope you won’t be mad at me.
What I did, too, on Sunday except sewing was taking a stroll on the banks of the river Lahn. It was only an hour after the first real spring shower for this year, and it was splendid.
The first little leaves are sprouting from branches and twigs that seemed dead only one or two weeks ago, the river is telling a tale of many flotsam and jetsam that has been brought to the small islands and banks during the great flood at the end of winter.
I love all the houses at this side of the river (the side where I actually live, too) and their little landings and boats and kayaks and canoes. The building on the picture is a café, by the way, and it’s lovely to sit there outside right at the water in summer.
The old weir is a lovely place just to sit and watch the river and the flickering light on the water and the young leaves of the trees that grow there galore. I just discovered a new “point of view” there – I never thought about wandering the side before the weir and always only strolled behind the falls!
I love bringing home little treasures from my wanderings, just like this shard. Doesn’t the motif look like something drawn by a spider?
The way glass changes when it stays in the river is just too lovely, and this piece instantly wanted me to take it with me. I also found a piece of mussle shell (in Latin they are named Mytilus, which is a far nicer name indeed) in the prettiest shade of green, but the camera wasn’t even able to catch the tint, so you just have to imagine it.
Can you guess what this is? It’s a crow’s beak! Well, only the lower part as the upper would mean that I had a whole bird’s skull, but anyway. It must have been on the small bank where I found it for quite a time as it was as white and clean as you see it here (I boiled it off, anyway, to play it safe), and now it’s another part of the garland on my wall (which I should show you some day, too).
Finding things is so great.
P.S.: I went there again yesterday, but the weather and feeling was so different that this adventure deserves a post of its own. Maybe on Tuesday.
As I didn’t tell you yet about the Sunday of Lilibeth’s visit, here it comes: Part II.
It was really hot outside, so after a nice breakfast in my room we decided to go to the river Lahn where I wanted to show Lilibeth some of my favourite places, anyway. There’s a wooden way leading over sandstone fragments near a meadow to enchanted places down at the river, where the tides play with the boulders and stones accompanied by the noise of the nearby weir.
I’m a kind of tomboy, I fear, so it was not avoidable for me to take off my shoes and wade into the river to collect stones and shells and feel the flow while my toes entangled in the hydrophyte grass under my feet.
Lilibeth stayed on save land and kindly took some photos. ^^
Oh, and yes, the hem of my skirt got wet. What a surprise. ;)
On our way back I collected some elder blossoms and got myself covered in farina all over but what’s this small sacrifice for good tea?
Well, soon after that (but not before I’d made a lasagna for lunch) Lilibeth left, not without the promise that I would return the visit next month. I’m really looking forward to it!
Before I’m going to lavish you with pictures and stories about the past weekend, here are my ten pleasures in June (containing way more water than usual):
I promised you some more photos of my fairy tale town covered with snow.
Well, it’s not that much of the town but more of my way to university in photos and snow, but it’s fairytale like anyway.
The path at the riverside is a little bit difficult to walk at the moment, completely covered with a solid hard layer of snow, especially when wearing trainers instead of combat boots (but lacing up would take hours!).
The bridge across the River Lahn again. When spring has come again I’ll take some pictures from upon the bridge itself, the view is just lovely.
The botanical gardens are a quite weird place at night, especially when tucked in that white blanket. I made a snow angel down at one of the trees and then tiptoed around the old green house that was still lightened.
Well, I had to show at least one picture from town… I love the old doorways in the upper part (we are living exactly at the edge between upper and lower, and the doorways are old here, too.).