08/27/2018




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Wedding in the country
When I lived in the country, a wedding carriage was usus.
The farmers had horses anyway - and somewhere was also a carriage to be found.
Also in our shed there was an old Landauer slumbering under the tarpaulin.
So the neighbour's daughter, a radiant white bride, set herself in motion with the flower-decorated carriage.
Garlands of flowers adorned the old vehicle, and the horses also wore roses and jasmine on their dishes.
A romantic and nostalgic sight.
I regretted that I had not freed our old carriage from the dust, and was thus rocked to my own wedding.
But the cleaning smelled like a lot of work, so I preferred the car.
But I enjoyed the flowery, woody scent of the neighbouring daughter's kaleche.
Noble and noble, he blew over to me.
I waved greetings to the bride and groom with my bouquets of gardenias.
A harmonious marriage - if possible without boredom , should be decided to the couple.
But already the return journey from the church was not characterized by boredom, because the horses went through, and the inmates of the wedding carriage landed on the fertile field.
The wardrobe was ruined, which the bride and groom acknowledged with a laugh.
They just saw everything through the pink glasses in love.
And this one wears Coach florale as well.
In spite of his fine statement, he fades away a positive, optimistic mood - which he doesn't let be taken away.
I hope the couple kept their sense of humor, too.
The farmers had horses anyway - and somewhere was also a carriage to be found.
Also in our shed there was an old Landauer slumbering under the tarpaulin.
So the neighbour's daughter, a radiant white bride, set herself in motion with the flower-decorated carriage.
Garlands of flowers adorned the old vehicle, and the horses also wore roses and jasmine on their dishes.
A romantic and nostalgic sight.
I regretted that I had not freed our old carriage from the dust, and was thus rocked to my own wedding.
But the cleaning smelled like a lot of work, so I preferred the car.
But I enjoyed the flowery, woody scent of the neighbouring daughter's kaleche.
Noble and noble, he blew over to me.
I waved greetings to the bride and groom with my bouquets of gardenias.
A harmonious marriage - if possible without boredom , should be decided to the couple.
But already the return journey from the church was not characterized by boredom, because the horses went through, and the inmates of the wedding carriage landed on the fertile field.
The wardrobe was ruined, which the bride and groom acknowledged with a laugh.
They just saw everything through the pink glasses in love.
And this one wears Coach florale as well.
In spite of his fine statement, he fades away a positive, optimistic mood - which he doesn't let be taken away.
I hope the couple kept their sense of humor, too.
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