It snows, it snows, all coming from the house. The world, the world looks like powdered.
It snows in Ireland, and snowing, and snowing, and snowing. You have to know that Ireland was "normally" does not snow - freezing at most times of the night. Winter Tires, Snow clearing trucks, road service? Is not known here. Aussnahmezustand is so common. The Irishmen love it to grumble about the weather and now they have once again new ground. I seem to be the only one who finds it delightful. Everything will be covered, to get a cap. The house is cozy and particularly in the conservatory there is a wonderful, wintry mood. I have it so hot now, and cooks wonderful I will. Today there Eoin Pancakes for me and I am looking forward to a quiet evening, even when melancholy feel comfortable there again.
In all these wintry feelings you long after the home even more intimate. After the black tea with lemon and sugar to Grandma Edith's table, for warm apple crumb cake from Grandma Annie, after Kuechentratsch with Nadia in the office with Christine croak, talk to Claudia with music about God and the world ... But all that I have come again. Much too soon. Time is running and already there are only 70 days and I board the plane.
enjoy the moment. Linger. Stop. The heart can rise and make themselves aware of - nothing is forever, and rightly so, because then we can still see the first special value rating.
"Someone once told me that time would follow us like a predator for life. I would much rather believe that time is our companion, who accompanied us on our journey and reminds us to enjoy every moment because he will not return. What we leave behind is not as important as the way we lived. . After all, we are all mortal, "Picard
So my friends - I try to make the best of it;)
Love, Lisa
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