Sunday again,
time to share your favourite pictures of the previous week ...
Here we go ....
First sign of spring ...
The Great Tits have moved in to their home on my patio.
Muscari in the sun ...
Easter decoration in my living room .
Happy Easter everyone!
Don't forget to visit the other players at the homeblog of Weekly Winners ....
For this week's theme of Photohunt, I have chosen a couple of pictures
I made in the souhks of Morocco.
Do you have any idea where "fer forgé",
wrought iron home decorations and furniture are really made?
How the " artisans" really work?
What their "work studio" or so called "atelier" looks like?
How they are welding and spraypainting baker's racks, coffee tables,
plant holders or candlesticks in a dark badly lit den ...
But what schocked me most was this ten or twelve year old child
hammering on this piece of metal.
And the deafening noise that came with it was almost unbearable.
This is my entry for this week's Photohunt.
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When I was a little girl, we were made to believe that the Easter eggs
were being delivered by huge bells.
Not just any bells, they came all the way from Rome ...
Imagine this ...
I believed that those Roman bells escaped from their towers in Rome
and travelled all the way to Belgium, to my grandmothers back yard.
I even saw them flying over the garden at my grandmother's house once.
A friend of mine had seen a big flock of them actually dropping
the chocolate goodies over at her mother's place.
The huger the bells, the huger the eggs they carried with them.
I got to see them only once though.
From then on, I could only hear them.
I could not see them any more, but I knew they were there ...
... because I heard them, I really did ...
As I grew a little bit older it kind of made me worry a little
that the eggs could get broken
or that they might drop them on somebody's head.
But nobody mentioned any accidents that had happened
so I just assumed those bells knew what they were doing.
Growing up, I learned that some kids had never heard of
the story of the Bells of Rome.
Their Easter eggs were being delivered by Easter Bunnies.
I never gave it much thought.
One day I was old enough to hear the real truth,
and it was my first real dissapointment in life.
A lot has changed since then.
The Bells of Rome and the Easter Bunnies both play
their part in the modern Easter stories ...
My little nephew did have a couple of questions though...
But he has it all figured out ...
Here comes his theory on " who-does-what-and-when"
The Bells still travel all the way to Belgium,
but they drop money instead of eggs.
As soon as the money is dropped,
the Easter Bunnies come out and they collect it.
With that money the Easter Bunnies go out shopping.
( I wish I was a Easter Bunny right now!)
Anyway, they buy toys at the local toy shop,
and then they buy the chocolate eggs at Neuhaus , Leonidas
(or any other good quality Belgian chocolatier.
My nephew insists on good quality, who can blame him?
Okay, when they are done with their shopping the Bunnies
send a message to the Bells of Rome.
The Bells are now hiding somewhere in a secret clocktower in Belgium.
(They probably use their cell phones to send the message,
or they could send an e mail, it's the 21st century after all ... )
Then the bells come back and they sort of beam the eggs up.
( beam me up Scottie?!!!)
They keep them refrigerated in their huge bellies until Easter.
On Easter day they fly over and gently drop the eggs in people's gardens .
That's when the Bunnies come out again.
They are the ones hiding the eggs in the end.
And then the children come out to search them ...
Complicated?
Yes, but it does makes sense, now doesn't it?
Update:
To proove to you that the Bells of Rome really did hide in Belgium until Easter,
I found this picture in my old photoalbum.
It must have been one of the first pictures I ever took in my life.
It was on a shool trip in the Ardennes.
This week's Thirsday Thirteen has a little Irish accent,
because I'm a great fan of that country and their people.
They'll either bless you or they'll curse you,
but they always make you smile ...
That last one is really my favourite ...
Thanks for visiting me.
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just click here, and visit other players ...
It's a Wordless Wednesday again ....
Hapiness is
.... always having a place to come home to ...
Join us, at the homeblog of Wordless Wednesday!
I am taking the day off ...
I want to visit all of you,
and catch up with some reading on all of your blogs for a change.
I will enjoy this lazy day ...
And maybe, just maybe ... I'll cheat a little
with a post like this every once and a while from now on!
Just trying to keep my sanity?
See you!
Oh, I will enjoy this !
There are two kinds of people...
The Irish,
and those who wish they were Irish.
I have no Irish roots myself,
but I visited this beautiful country many years ago.
I remember the dotted sheep
the beautiful wild flowers,
the little country houses.
The funny colours they paint their houses in.
I remember the apple crumble we had for dessert.
The sing song nights at the pubs.
And playing the national anthem at closing time.
The dark Guiness on draught with the velvetty creamy white top,
that had to rest for ten minutes before you could drink it.
I have wonderful memories, but I find it very sad
that I don't have any of the pictures that were taken there.
Instead I found this beautiful video.
It says it all.
In honour of the Irish people all over the world,
on this St.-Patrick's day...
I joined Manic Monday for the first time this week,
It looks like fun, and I wanted to celebrate together with the Irish people today.
Theme for this week is " drink", but Ireland has so much more to offer.
Please visit the homeblog and the other players here.
Happy St.-Patrick's day!
