See for part 1 of our fun day (well, afternoon… or actually two hours) out the previous post.
There were two ladies in folkloric costumes.
(Remember the post I did about those? You can find it here. These costumes must be from Drenthe.)
This box contains owls’ pellets…
…and these children (and adults) were taking them apart to see what the owls had been eating.
If you wanted, you could climb up a tree.
This mother sent her poor son up.
He was actually screaming: “I want to go down now!”, but mom wanted to take his picture first. Cruel!
Hubs was looking for some new light fittings. We might have to move to an even bigger house.
There was a pizza baker on a bike (you can just see the ZA of pizza).
The mother of all swings.
Okay, I haven’t a clue what this is. You? But it’s cute.
And goat- and other cheeses.
And there were lots and lots of different types of mushrooms…
…but only one type of beetroot. The very decorative chioggia beetroot.
What can I say; the sun was shining and the atmosphere was very… relaxed.
Get a castle, buy both the lamp and the swing and you're all set!
ReplyDeleteAlways fun to travel with you!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had had this post when my children were small. I would have told them, "Be thankful you live here with us in this house. You could have been born in Holland where the adults force children play with owls' pellets and take them apart to see what the owls had been eating."
And your mushroom photo reminded me of the story of the man who had been married to four different women and all of them had died. "How did your first wife die?" asked someone. He replied, "She died from eating poisoned mushrooms." "And how did your second wife die?" the person asked, and the man replied, "She died from eating poisoned mushrooms." "And what about your third wife; how did she die?" asked the person, becoming very much intrigued. "My third wife also died from eating poisoned mushrooms." So the man said, "I suppose it was the same with your fourth wife then?" and he answered, "No, she died of a blow to the head." "How did she get the blow to the head?" asked the questioner. The man replied, "She wouldn't eat the poisoned mushrooms."
The moral of my comment is: In just about everything there is an object lesson if you look for it.
P.S. - These last two posts of yours could have easily been Things I Love About The Netherlands, Parts 7 and 8....!!
ReplyDeleteMara,
ReplyDeleteI'd love to have the swing! And the lamps is quite funky too. How about I just chuck everything we have out of our current 'castle' to make space for both items. Hmm...
RWP,
LOL
And where was Miss Marple when all this poisoning happened? Or Jessica Fletcher?
Never there when you need them!