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bygone summerdays.

after some rain and cloudy skies we had summer time waiting for us. so we decided to go swimming, sunbathing, reading and relaxing. in the evenings we took walks by the rhine, which was so soothing in any way possible. i know, i'm a water girl by heart.

me & nici posing on the blanket at the lido.


doesn't really look like me. but it actually is.

clear, blue lido water.




we made a short trip to eltville.

i love these small little houses. oh, i wish i'd be living in one.

swans were checking the river out.

eltville is a small city known for its roses. you can find them everywhere! the remains of the elector's castle house a small rose garden as well.



random teddy hanging in a tree. wonder how he got there. the tree was quite tall.

young plants rising. i love being at my parent's home, their garden is full of little plants and flowers.
 


nothing can age so beautifully.


shadow - my cat. i miss her a lot.



in the garden of my childhood home. 

well, next post will finally contain the baltic sea.

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