Sundays in My City

This is not my city really, but it's in our state, and since German states are the size of American counties, I hope I can still use it.

Driving out of our city we confirmed that our area was hardest hit by snow. Anywhere else looks like a normal February!





I love windmills. Have you stood underneath one and heard the sweeping of the arms?

One's arms made shadows on the ground, and my man jumped the shadow like he was skipping rope: )







Two in the sun, two in the shade. That big building in the left was so huge, I felt like I was at Boeing. Structures that big usually are for making airplanes!









It was a little town called Reken, and they like Nordic Walking, even though their town is pancake flat. I just have to laugh. I'm starting to figure out that north Germany is flat, middle Germany is hilly, and south is mountainous. We're in the middle.








The bahnhof (train station) was one of those you see in old movies - it looked more like a bus stop.

We noticed right away that it stinks in Reken, and as we made our way between the fields, we saw why - they had recently fertilized with manure.








I laughed when I saw the manure stripes that painted the snow on the edge of the field.










Then my man said, "Take a picture of this!" when he found more manure stripes off the plants. He rarely tells me to take a picture of something.









It was a long geocaching tour and I fell in love with this little farm in the middle of these huge fields - like, 100 acres in all directions, and in the middle, a grove of oak trees and a lovely brick farm.








I see why people love photographing barns. Here in Germany barns are not made of wood.










I couldn't get enough of this farm, and I wasn't really helping find that particular geocache!











I did not like that these people keep their German Shepherd in a gazebo/kennel. That is just not enough room to move for that dog.









Many German towns have these little chapels that the locals tend - there are always candles burning.










You can't go in, but you can look at the icons and pray.












We came upon a lady walking her Icelandic horse. What a sweet horse, I wonder how often he poses for pictures from strangers.









The sun was going down and I was starting to feel the effects of walking 11 KM (7 miles) in bad shoes. Stupid! I have been limping ever since, taking Ibuprofen every single morning (and I only take it when I absolutely have to).








I had to sing the Oklahoma song again.










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