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Sunday Morning Scent
Sunday, 10 o'clock in the morning in Germany. Here with me.
The sun's rays fall into the room, coffee scent drifts through the house.
After a long shower, the opulent breakfast is waiting - my little luxury after a busy week as always.
Freshly baked rolls and all sorts of goodies are waiting in the kitchen.
I enjoy the first sip of hot coffee and smell on me this scent, which I put on after the shower...
It refreshes, makes you feel good and yet has edges. Nothing sweet.
I am so what of enthusiastic..
At first, it starts woody and resinous, cypress and cedar in alternation.
Breakfast forest feeling. That's already wonderful.
I go out into the garden and the fresh air multiplies the woodsy nuances. The weather is too nice to sit inside, I carry all the utensils to the garden table and celebrate my morning start. The summer can come !!!
The scent is changing. Now join tart plums and some cinnamon, the appropriate jam is ready..... Buttery-steaming, the jam almost drips down from the bun, a delight.
I crack open my boiled egg and think about what's coming up today. Some things still need to be fixed in the garden, almost everything is planted - it just needs to grow...
Breakfast is almost finished, another sip of coffee, the crumbs are for the birds and squirrels...and other critters..
I stride across the lawn with far too many dandelions and countless daisies, but I like it so wild....Warm vanilla and musky notes accompany me with every step, a wonderful finish. A comforting coziness lulls me to sleep.
This is the way to start the day.
Is that happiness?
Yes.
Breakfast Thoughts
As I sat at the table at breakfast,
drinking the coffee, eating the roll,
it suddenly occurred to me:
Why and who and what am I?
I pondered for a very long time,
if fate, meaning and misfortune
i could explain to myself?
But this was not granted me.
Then I wanted to analyse:
Was I often happy? If yes, when?
And had immediately determined
that it's with me the balance holds.
How can I shape a future
in which my happiness can unfold? Can I avoid it at all,
not to suffer too much and often?
How much is there in my hands?
What will fate twist and turn?
Is everyone the architect of his own fortune?
To what extent do I direct what happens?
A "Help yourself, then God will help you!",
sounds too simplistic, easy, snappy to me.
I suppose there's a grain of truth to it,
though it can't help me now.
So I kept thinking, all the time ... and whether I was doing the right thing?
In the end I came to the conclusion:
Much brooding also brings much annoyance!
Ah, the moral of the story?!
I don't know myself.
By Corinna Herntier
The sun's rays fall into the room, coffee scent drifts through the house.
After a long shower, the opulent breakfast is waiting - my little luxury after a busy week as always.
Freshly baked rolls and all sorts of goodies are waiting in the kitchen.
I enjoy the first sip of hot coffee and smell on me this scent, which I put on after the shower...
It refreshes, makes you feel good and yet has edges. Nothing sweet.
I am so what of enthusiastic..
At first, it starts woody and resinous, cypress and cedar in alternation.
Breakfast forest feeling. That's already wonderful.
I go out into the garden and the fresh air multiplies the woodsy nuances. The weather is too nice to sit inside, I carry all the utensils to the garden table and celebrate my morning start. The summer can come !!!
The scent is changing. Now join tart plums and some cinnamon, the appropriate jam is ready..... Buttery-steaming, the jam almost drips down from the bun, a delight.
I crack open my boiled egg and think about what's coming up today. Some things still need to be fixed in the garden, almost everything is planted - it just needs to grow...
Breakfast is almost finished, another sip of coffee, the crumbs are for the birds and squirrels...and other critters..
I stride across the lawn with far too many dandelions and countless daisies, but I like it so wild....Warm vanilla and musky notes accompany me with every step, a wonderful finish. A comforting coziness lulls me to sleep.
This is the way to start the day.
Is that happiness?
Yes.
Breakfast Thoughts
As I sat at the table at breakfast,
drinking the coffee, eating the roll,
it suddenly occurred to me:
Why and who and what am I?
I pondered for a very long time,
if fate, meaning and misfortune
i could explain to myself?
But this was not granted me.
Then I wanted to analyse:
Was I often happy? If yes, when?
And had immediately determined
that it's with me the balance holds.
How can I shape a future
in which my happiness can unfold? Can I avoid it at all,
not to suffer too much and often?
How much is there in my hands?
What will fate twist and turn?
Is everyone the architect of his own fortune?
To what extent do I direct what happens?
A "Help yourself, then God will help you!",
sounds too simplistic, easy, snappy to me.
I suppose there's a grain of truth to it,
though it can't help me now.
So I kept thinking, all the time ... and whether I was doing the right thing?
In the end I came to the conclusion:
Much brooding also brings much annoyance!
Ah, the moral of the story?!
I don't know myself.
By Corinna Herntier
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