So where's the snow?

Muddling through life from Austria to Wales; God, life and a small black dog


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July on the lane

 

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July 13th, 2014 Redcurrants ready and the wild Astilbe in bloom- a motif for the month.

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The old hay hut before it’s demise

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No idea what this lacey plant is!

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Thistles in the hay

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The blue, wild geraniums, all over the place this month

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The lane just being green!

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Wild Raspberries

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Start of the mushroom season when the weather turns damp

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Pleasant place to sit

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The start of autumn and the first hazelnuts

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More green!

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Towards the Burg

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Last of the roses

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Little heartsease, hanging on

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July on the lane

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HernalsHauptstrasse

We chose to walk to the tube station when we left each morning on our travels, and it was just as well I just had the little camera, I drove husband and daughter a but scatty as it was!  The road was a microcosm of Vienna’s history. A lot of the buildings had dates on them. There were plaques remembering famous Austrians who had lived there, who built the house, and reminders of different forms of architecture.

What had me most enthralled was the old carriage doors, leading to the yards behind, where the stables had been: Sometimes I got a sneak view. Horses and carriages of course long gone. But echoes. And the height of the building, as we found in ours was a real sound barrier to the street. In our hotel there was a rampant Blackbird madly in love singing his heart out, and he seemed loud. These back yards were maybe the real life of the street. Even when walking past the shops, the present day stories, failed businesses, new one staring up, cheap store, the market place where all the down and outs gathered all day even had its own bit of contemporary art. The old town museum was now a bank -sign of the times.

Yet we concluded, this is a microcosm of European city life, and made me glad of the quietness and greenness of Madling. Still, I did wish for some time alone with my old camera, making a study of the older part of the street, sneaking through doors and gaining insights – maybe another day!


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Angel’s wings

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We discovered this church on a recent trip to Styria, in St Ruprecht, just down the road from us. Rennovated in the 1990s, what caught my interest was the brightness, with contrast of the white paint and with the gold, blue and pink.

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Compared to the older duller buildings, this just lifted the spirits. Then I was caught with the Angel’s wings, usually they are depicted as white or diaphanous, but these were besides gold, pink and blue, a favourite colour combination of mine.

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I could spend a whole long service just looking at these guys, praising God, marveling, and maybe asking myself, why do Angels need nipples? 

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