Behold The Guardian of the House. Some might say Kitsch, we say Quatsch.
Our friends brought us humanitarian help from Germany. I have particularly high hopes for Sauerkraut with... pineapples and DIY Leberkäs.
Info screens on public transit here in Northern Jutland run Windows -- until Windows runs out of memory, that is.
This afternoon, we counted ten butterflies on their favorite bush. This was one of them.
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A pretty flower? Yes, please!
It's yellow, it's huge, and it's noisy af. I love it!
This is what harvester poop looks like.
(I'm 56 years old. Chances of me becoming an adult are slim.)
Did you know that harvesters poop?
There are two (or maybe more) bushes on our property whose Danish name is "butterfly bush." They certainly live up to their name.
We have acquired another piece of heavy machinery: a hedge trimmer. Hence, I've been busy trimming hedges today.
You know, gyms were invented for people who don't own houses. Because if you have a house, trimming hedges, taking down stuff, spackling, painting, and whatnot provide more exercise than any gym.
The summer is almost over. 😞