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Chestnuts

Come fall I used to search for chestnuts all afternoon after school. 

I, as well as my peers, was nuts for chestnuts. Pretty useless crap, those chestnuts. Can’t eat them. They “spoil” soon after collecting them (as in they shrivel up). You could craft shit with them. Which I never did. 

I just liked them. Their shine when fresh. The texture of the hard exterior. The overall look was magnificent. As a kid I likened the bright spot to a navel. They were cute, magnificent, beautiful things. That I just had to collect. 

Just to throw them out soon after, when they were ugly. And molding. But always with sadness in my heart. 

I was waiting at the bus stop the other day. (After a shrink appointment) And there were a few chestnut trees. Since my son is in that magical age of four, I decided to see if I could find some for him, despite there being numerous kindergartens and primary schools in the area. 

I found numerous. 

Kids these days don’t seem to collect them. There’s a proverb floating around the internet. “Every time a kid stares at a smartphone, an adventure dies in a tree somewhere.” 

Have a nice autumn, and go collect these little useless fuckers with your kids.

A.

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Screw fall

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Apparently the chestnuts in our alley decided to skip fall and winter, and go to spring directly.

At least partially…

Chestnuts!

Look what I found.

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So, autumn?

Yes, autumn. Apparently.

For some time now I struggle to make a decent post, but I fail miserably.

Being a dad is taking time off my hands in truck loads. And it’s worth every second. 🙂

Autumn finally arrived in mid/end August and didn’t want to leave again, making me ponder whether the seasons have actually shifted. Definitely I think.

The musky smell of fallen leaves, damp cool air and the shrooms in the nearby forest (upwind actually, not nearby per se, on foot I’d have to hike for the better part of an hour to reach it, ten minutes by bus), mosses and moldy soil – it all fills the air, replacing my so much more favored summery bouqet of lavender, roses and linden blossoms. But the scent of the chestnut wood and the smell of hay/mowed grass makes up for it, despite the nauseating feeling of autumn.
I dislike the fall. Temperatures fall, sun hours decrease in number, and clouds rise far more often than they disappear on the horizon.

Time goes by.

If any of you feel like posting a reply, did I already write about graffiti and tags in particular? If so, let me know please. Otherwise I bid you a fine day, and we’ll read again soon. (I hope)

A.

I was playing with chestnuts.

I gathered them, collected them, marvelled at the magnificently beautiful texture…would my mom have let me, I would’ve bathed in them!
We crafted stuff with them and during the fall, Chestnuts were as good as currency!

Of course, as with other childhood habits and valuables, chestnuts lost in value over time, and today I’m just smiling nostalgic, when I find one in the alley, and I have to use my skills from back then, to liberate it from its thorny shell…

And that’s the reason why I’m writing this: I keep finding them! 
There is a fracking daycare in that alley, schools are nearby, many kids live here!

There shouldn’t be a single one left!

What the frak is wrong with kids today? Are there virtual chestnuts? Do they pass a virus I’m unaware of?
No?
Then, what the frak?!

Sure, that pesky little moth is making the leaves of the chestnut trees fall in midsummer, as if it was late fall. Before, there are lumps in the leaves where the larvae grow. Some of the shells look lumpy as well, but still – they’re chestnuts! Grab for them with sticks, pry the shells open and get pricked a hundred times each!
DO IT!
It will be fun…

…my son will see them, marvel at them, cherish them and play with them, long before he gets a computer, a TV or gods forbid, a cellphone!
He should know a stick, before he can differentiate between an Ak47 and a Mac10 – just call it gun. And chestnuts before Euros…

Of lavender and roses

Sweet, thick and heavy mixture of lavender and roses.
And a hint of basswood/lime-blossom.

The perfect smell to kick off a summer night.
Admitted, it only serves as a base for other smells to play in this sticky, warm, damp air of a summer night, With crickets chirping, warm breezes, flickering stars and a fuzzy moon, and air as viscous as sap.

Every breath drawn brings on a new parade of associations for the same smell, so lavender and roses soon give way to chestnut-wood and cherries, which in turn let grass and nightly remnants of flowery smells take over, only to be replaced by lilac and strawberry blossoms.

Over and over.
Yet, it all returns to lavender and roses, with a side note of moist earth and a hint basswood blossoms.

As the city slowly falls aslumber under a layer of moist, and a thin crust of salt, the refreshing taste of lavender and roses an basswood-blossoms lingers in the evening breeze. It waves good by late in the following morning. As it greets us, welcomes us home, lulls us to sleep and – significantly cooler than the eve before – wishes us a good morning.

Summer is finally here, announced by lavender and roses, on moist earth and a hint of basswood.
Breathe!
Breathe it in, how ever hard it may be to breathe sap, breathe and let the mesmerizing smell entrance you.
Breathe. As am I.

With every note of the flowery, sweet and thick, voluptuous smell in the heavy, hot air of a summer eve comes a million nascent dreams poured out, dripping alongside you like rain…summer nights…

Enjoy, what ever it is that you may be doing, for the end of summer lingers ever since spring began, and the stirring smell of autumn is hidden beneath the voluminous smell that enchantes my senses into thinking.

Breathe…

Picture time! (10.May 2013)

Having a smart phone – despite the downsides of being in a microwave cloud most of the day and wasting valuable resources like rare earths – has great perks!

Like having a camera everywhere at all times, just a fingertip away.

Here are some pictures and I have to say the following:

Great Job dear Museum, well done. Now I feel bad when taking medication!
infections anyone?

I live in danger town, even pigeons get their neck broken!
Fly robin fly, up up to the sky!

This is Charly, he was used by our trainer in a seminar. He said he uses this one also in management classes. Am I the only oine who had to think of “John and Peter” from “A Bit of Fry and Laurie”?
Karl, Karli, Charly, Koarl

Last but not least, the Chestnut Blossoms I wrote about yesterday, sorry for the crappy format, but it’s just a Cellphone Camera. 😉
Chestnut Blossoms

Fair day,

A.