tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36288297000810059102026-10-08T20:30:58.201+02:00Hausfrau Hanna BaselHausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.comBlogger4134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-80660141658196951212026-10-08T10:00:23.981+02:002026-10-08T10:00:23.981+02:00Ganz ohne Eile<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Entspannt liegt er da</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>und wartet auf sein Frauchen. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Das sich viel Zeit lässt...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGi-_iECRv5HHDxDz5Tr-1BC5mp7V3GXkO5HN529Ea1D2CkiBwIXvR0oiTJohY827ah9VL5VI2ReLZ-ON7Iu_jgn6M-EqKUe8gc8sHm3kjQCWVg18xo68yI-5RdYo_WdTuCNwEMBB8u0lLUmUxXS-ZRB7NWE_zRpnkzJVfCLby1qtV3HyblxBTf5QoGsBB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGi-_iECRv5HHDxDz5Tr-1BC5mp7V3GXkO5HN529Ea1D2CkiBwIXvR0oiTJohY827ah9VL5VI2ReLZ-ON7Iu_jgn6M-EqKUe8gc8sHm3kjQCWVg18xo68yI-5RdYo_WdTuCNwEMBB8u0lLUmUxXS-ZRB7NWE_zRpnkzJVfCLby1qtV3HyblxBTf5QoGsBB=w483-h340" width="483" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div> Die Sommerschuhe haben ausgedient.</div><div>Es ist Zeit für einen Wechsel.</div><div>Und für den Kauf neuer Schuhe:<br />Herbstschuhe!</div></div><br /><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-8385668358856090712026-10-07T10:21:39.442+02:002026-10-07T10:22:37.771+02:00Ort vieler Möglichkeiten<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Vielleicht probiere ich eines Tages Yoga,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>aber ich ziehe es vor zu schlafen.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Isabelle Huppert</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2026)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivr8pTjCeoOsVGAq9Yc4rwOb18bZ3Cq9tYYhgxgonYWccGTZKZi4CQAdY7FT1gE1_mAtNMCtZaZuHyGNaTNOfkfXL1-jZNCwGPzW9NcodumrKjFqiUDBmSS57xETq7aUFUHRfiU20bco4MbFSIzRR9YUwPBG-ZPVbuFSf0p_lElEPM2RfbZmQPB-FUwAQq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivr8pTjCeoOsVGAq9Yc4rwOb18bZ3Cq9tYYhgxgonYWccGTZKZi4CQAdY7FT1gE1_mAtNMCtZaZuHyGNaTNOfkfXL1-jZNCwGPzW9NcodumrKjFqiUDBmSS57xETq7aUFUHRfiU20bco4MbFSIzRR9YUwPBG-ZPVbuFSf0p_lElEPM2RfbZmQPB-FUwAQq=w427-h350" width="427" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ein Stadtpark ist ein wunderbarer Ort, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">der sowohl für die Bewegungsfreudigen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">als auch für die Ruhesuchenden da ist:<br />Man hat die Wahl! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-3462485504663855182026-10-06T09:16:50.477+02:002026-10-06T09:16:50.477+02:00Weite und Abstand <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Das Weite suchen </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Auf einer kleinen Reise</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Abstand gewinnen</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhExnVomaZcMyQjrDQSSGCF5wJIeEEegzVuP2VcHIoys_2G3yev4mw5ikPRvPBACtx8z4PLvW6kGj6q6v6z2xMVgUZIX15Q98BJqDYmwklRBXliZJrkdd06vF7Q_bunUpJKdgnpgj-vGrwAaygxQQGMM5weOHtwsOB8XbLt53rOZKisSylneahnHVt7zp3N" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="4550" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhExnVomaZcMyQjrDQSSGCF5wJIeEEegzVuP2VcHIoys_2G3yev4mw5ikPRvPBACtx8z4PLvW6kGj6q6v6z2xMVgUZIX15Q98BJqDYmwklRBXliZJrkdd06vF7Q_bunUpJKdgnpgj-vGrwAaygxQQGMM5weOHtwsOB8XbLt53rOZKisSylneahnHVt7zp3N=w440-h310" width="440" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Auch am Rhein ist das möglich.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An einem sonnenwarmen Frühherbsttag,</div><div style="text-align: center;">wie es gestern einer war.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-81313321559298737222026-10-05T08:54:38.237+02:002026-10-05T08:56:16.512+02:00Empfehlung<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD_wV7ewAjy2Zd1HlCJz_DOCjldHxbkELQFZV68FmK1TZqcuTTF0bR0c5fkMZwyvonTLupSvBRHtw4-KnqRbFx8G1R7D5ZH5LRkbwgz5kTPHlZ1l8ul-OqhgGVHCcEGumu6_hzaOzMqdnkAMyDCIomz0R4f2U_CjRu1tCx8VpZAc0sGnfFlnwhD7t4-Joe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4297" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD_wV7ewAjy2Zd1HlCJz_DOCjldHxbkELQFZV68FmK1TZqcuTTF0bR0c5fkMZwyvonTLupSvBRHtw4-KnqRbFx8G1R7D5ZH5LRkbwgz5kTPHlZ1l8ul-OqhgGVHCcEGumu6_hzaOzMqdnkAMyDCIomz0R4f2U_CjRu1tCx8VpZAc0sGnfFlnwhD7t4-Joe=w360-h303" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b> I begin every morning </b><b>with a smile.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Leon de Winter</div><div style="text-align: center;"> (gelesen im Diogenes-Kalender 2026)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Noch habe ich die Empfehlung nicht verinnerlicht.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aber ich übe!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8tpTq35QNjWALJZK2Q-IQQSCR7V1amMRfF0nA5_MhT5UToh1e28290JLZrPyCjIPVUQfxI85VeQBj6NaEm5dHQ-lU44hZm66CNodh8leWTjVr06Eq7PrSumo5gAQnEj9HLaCzB4s0Lxjo9OLYD7yfGFbZM_8IIXmrdfYOVU6E3NJaebMowqdRBCC1sTgB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8tpTq35QNjWALJZK2Q-IQQSCR7V1amMRfF0nA5_MhT5UToh1e28290JLZrPyCjIPVUQfxI85VeQBj6NaEm5dHQ-lU44hZm66CNodh8leWTjVr06Eq7PrSumo5gAQnEj9HLaCzB4s0Lxjo9OLYD7yfGFbZM_8IIXmrdfYOVU6E3NJaebMowqdRBCC1sTgB=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-51274903443610383272026-10-02T10:02:09.204+02:002026-10-02T10:05:00.864+02:00Der Herbst kommt<div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Schlafend liegt er da</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Von dürren Blättern umrahmt</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Herbst ist seine Zeit</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpbrwJ7gy2aKP8yg3otpj4DFBjd7wMfZx6XyBS6w7unFeMc05Zm--hJ52KNhoSRTd724LcAazfR1Vo1wvXd0sn1y9IzbQBsRHRyx2RU1Fv-76cj0IEvZ1e9sk43O6aIuAjjApNYc9zrJK7EjHNg19CwgG9UO_bvZpU5WzYZrmzpcM2lMPbCXs8jDCQNGqL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3066" data-original-width="4608" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpbrwJ7gy2aKP8yg3otpj4DFBjd7wMfZx6XyBS6w7unFeMc05Zm--hJ52KNhoSRTd724LcAazfR1Vo1wvXd0sn1y9IzbQBsRHRyx2RU1Fv-76cj0IEvZ1e9sk43O6aIuAjjApNYc9zrJK7EjHNg19CwgG9UO_bvZpU5WzYZrmzpcM2lMPbCXs8jDCQNGqL=w458-h309" width="458" /></a></div><br />Alex, der Quartierkater,</div><div style="text-align: center;">den ich anfangs Woche sommermüde und</div><div style="text-align: center;"> tief schlafend in einem Vorgarten entdeckt habe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">kann aufatmen: Endlich hat es abgekühlt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und gestern, nach langer Zeit, </div><div style="text-align: center;">hat es auch geregnet.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich bin dankbar, dass der Herbst kommt </div><div style="text-align: center;">und</div><div style="text-align: center;">wünsche euch ein frohes Wochenende</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-49020897404207200842026-10-01T10:29:11.508+02:002026-10-02T09:13:25.578+02:00Von oben herab!<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;">Gestern beim Unterwegssein durch die Stadt</div><div style="text-align: center;"> schweifte mein Blick für einmal nicht nach oben,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ich blickte immer wieder nach unten auf die Strassenpflästerung:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXwUSp_WvmAZ96E-jh8gEhh8ZPG2U0w-kIB6-RbJDDDHqI2X3vK68pOqVKLMsrNvgvRzTMBPlqd8Q0Z1tHVWGaIoxF29OyLGbsmtKYae1DAL2BEOdOpQi8YLmu97A3VqTChsOTWQazsIXV4Y8Y4YbjyPXVXvEkUvJ8WeInzxIG0JSw9fk0Wu3Q9NVZOHgJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXwUSp_WvmAZ96E-jh8gEhh8ZPG2U0w-kIB6-RbJDDDHqI2X3vK68pOqVKLMsrNvgvRzTMBPlqd8Q0Z1tHVWGaIoxF29OyLGbsmtKYae1DAL2BEOdOpQi8YLmu97A3VqTChsOTWQazsIXV4Y8Y4YbjyPXVXvEkUvJ8WeInzxIG0JSw9fk0Wu3Q9NVZOHgJ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grau, Braun und Weiss waren die dominierenden Farben.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Deshalb zum Schluss von oben auf der Pfalz </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ein Blick nach unten auf den Rhein:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlg7G1eSEplV-uf--w-qbRmWVfO-tqP_mGpluyW9bIDkEWIjE7TxHCx_H4eA_zQs4sDWoRqGany7ZhS8sk3IdjDeN_6xawad-AxkIsExHuBVZH4uUAaLpePj0hTSLG92iJwo6bn0DkjCTnVBx-ecWXvMyLtHi5POckZnW34ohEnvkzXN_EgT66h0TDccoA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlg7G1eSEplV-uf--w-qbRmWVfO-tqP_mGpluyW9bIDkEWIjE7TxHCx_H4eA_zQs4sDWoRqGany7ZhS8sk3IdjDeN_6xawad-AxkIsExHuBVZH4uUAaLpePj0hTSLG92iJwo6bn0DkjCTnVBx-ecWXvMyLtHi5POckZnW34ohEnvkzXN_EgT66h0TDccoA" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Die Idee für das heutige Beiträglein erhielt ich gestern </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">im Blog 'Quersatzein' (s. Blogliste!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PPS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In anderen Blogs zu lesen ist anregend und inspirierend!</div><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-84156865256195503852026-09-30T09:35:05.507+02:002026-09-30T09:43:56.706+02:00Ungestörtes Tun<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Ich war auch mal einige Zeit </div><div style="text-align: center;">Buchhändler,</div><div style="text-align: center;">gab das aber auf, weil die Kunden</div><div style="text-align: center;">mich immer beim Lesen störten."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Mark Twain - </div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj07F8rlefgZxoW6EeERstL9v-mdUjh4Ex3SOTwTJAFOOo4n7ZuLKxfTm25VNDGILjxK3DFDJ0oilpvMyl9FK51mkbcXrySK7R2CTpfKXstNZqfNdPTOmTN0X5LBZwqslxfdRAn7Op0QVBjZR3OHjj2xaDfrYedz5dpMlWEo3KlW7JW90zZ3pzHrdimhbaN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj07F8rlefgZxoW6EeERstL9v-mdUjh4Ex3SOTwTJAFOOo4n7ZuLKxfTm25VNDGILjxK3DFDJ0oilpvMyl9FK51mkbcXrySK7R2CTpfKXstNZqfNdPTOmTN0X5LBZwqslxfdRAn7Op0QVBjZR3OHjj2xaDfrYedz5dpMlWEo3KlW7JW90zZ3pzHrdimhbaN=w394-h452" width="394" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich bin dankbar, </div><div style="text-align: center;">dass ich daheim einen Ort habe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">wo ich ungestört lesen kann.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und diese drei Bücher liegen bereit:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">François Lelord: 'Bin ich zu nett?'</div><div style="text-align: center;">Helene Bracht: 'Irma tanzt' </div><div style="text-align: center;">Carl-Johan Vallgren: 'Deine Zeit wird kommen'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-15925447295714932182026-09-29T09:53:12.583+02:002026-09-29T16:08:51.156+02:00Geheimtipp!<div style="text-align: center;">Anfangs September auf dem Barfüsserplatz.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Eine Volksmusikgruppe hatte soeben eine Spielpause eingelegt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die Bassgeige lag vor einem grossen Plakat:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjH_rfJUPOu9GuR4xVC1k9SFosJPv014ZCKITo-fOSXW86Wu3ojxt0z6qvlng8BQrWFPt2LTLKvlsOThH5Ek8gODKfXm6pTc02IbTtE0oenN6e6-uTKuoyuFwRSuwU31C5aEGaeaCvhwGjOczDj0TOeM7M_0k4aZSaMflsDFDZ63bGvVq98Z0oGUP6IEF7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3350" data-original-width="4530" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjH_rfJUPOu9GuR4xVC1k9SFosJPv014ZCKITo-fOSXW86Wu3ojxt0z6qvlng8BQrWFPt2LTLKvlsOThH5Ek8gODKfXm6pTc02IbTtE0oenN6e6-uTKuoyuFwRSuwU31C5aEGaeaCvhwGjOczDj0TOeM7M_0k4aZSaMflsDFDZ63bGvVq98Z0oGUP6IEF7=w400-h298" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Als ich mir das Werbeplakat von nah anschauen wollte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">trat ein Mann auf mich zu, und wir kamen in ein Gespräch.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Er erzählte so begeistert und persönlich von der Schönheit der Natur</div><div style="text-align: center;"> in seiner Innerschweizer Heimat, </div><div style="text-align: center;">dass ich ihm beim Abschied versprach, </div><div style="text-align: center;">bald schon einen Ausflug zu machen in seine Wohngegend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich hielt mein Versprechen!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCbAh7UtrxIaK4XROodrMYbyrG1UKA8y7wZHZGsmza2B1N4KoIeg_xJRUMDjH90by1OGmKgIy45qkJA3rbRf2SbAlzqRGXW3UNOdwZzArUCsMRg_Yp_xYvDoKKqG90iO1oeF56v6eB6NNG6cSSaN9VjYaQeAyyuxQfWhZrLbRyxORVs3_DiKKkmLo9jK-k" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCbAh7UtrxIaK4XROodrMYbyrG1UKA8y7wZHZGsmza2B1N4KoIeg_xJRUMDjH90by1OGmKgIy45qkJA3rbRf2SbAlzqRGXW3UNOdwZzArUCsMRg_Yp_xYvDoKKqG90iO1oeF56v6eB6NNG6cSSaN9VjYaQeAyyuxQfWhZrLbRyxORVs3_DiKKkmLo9jK-k" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Letzte Woche waren Hausmann Hanna und ich unterwegs</div><div>auf einer Wanderung im wunderschönen Obwaldner Berggebiet:</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHtBq2p2hsgZ1Uqjc84-B1zr5awoUUFmWu18MKfgUQ1slDRIURx15XfZy4EMVkaCCKq7UWnMdv8t0AJAc-6d5XSRtEY28OPsWJca9G_tQmU7bfPsY-h2vVdK984XdL3nBgAhbC94qTlQ7LqNE00K7fNwRiLZzyqGRYWBf7oro5uqYvrKbIOV4AgpltXm-s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHtBq2p2hsgZ1Uqjc84-B1zr5awoUUFmWu18MKfgUQ1slDRIURx15XfZy4EMVkaCCKq7UWnMdv8t0AJAc-6d5XSRtEY28OPsWJca9G_tQmU7bfPsY-h2vVdK984XdL3nBgAhbC94qTlQ7LqNE00K7fNwRiLZzyqGRYWBf7oro5uqYvrKbIOV4AgpltXm-s=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ausser uns waren nur noch ein älteres Ehepaar unterwegs und</div><div style="text-align: center;">eine Frau aus der französischen Schweiz mit ihrem Hund 'Perle'.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An diesem:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB775ym1jLgYpWyHBj0KK6tiD5kCkU4SH-1846yy2MlUoXcq9ZUA50GtDherGDwJOgofbToL4lYLETV6_FLQh1MfjATQalgNxph-vI6hCI22R4pPXbJc7GbYKypJj66lYiXW3UxthRqJLGjln_pnHaWzy-AnZ4TU98dTvykZeSCfTV3MOcYze7CfhVRoNT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB775ym1jLgYpWyHBj0KK6tiD5kCkU4SH-1846yy2MlUoXcq9ZUA50GtDherGDwJOgofbToL4lYLETV6_FLQh1MfjATQalgNxph-vI6hCI22R4pPXbJc7GbYKypJj66lYiXW3UxthRqJLGjln_pnHaWzy-AnZ4TU98dTvykZeSCfTV3MOcYze7CfhVRoNT=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-59899259216958446002026-09-28T09:51:02.267+02:002026-09-28T10:29:40.060+02:00Blickwechsel im Hier und Jetzt<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Im Kunstmuseum.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Intensiver Blickwechsel</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>zwischen zwei Frauen.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRjqfn6HK8I0oe70-m4rJLBc_NxkvxKGKgAHDhrGQVSNM9c-aadc3Pj7Y03iWu6hD3hEpCrsMtqDu-XKIIWg1nn_akEbkD2r99QKZ49k6lJifSj0XOii_oTdvM9Ha6ogSs-oQ4dHLyWOr78Lbou_OGkNiKkJiZ8eLA1CL7aNpr494DgESjxYcoRFqJgjG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="3462" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRjqfn6HK8I0oe70-m4rJLBc_NxkvxKGKgAHDhrGQVSNM9c-aadc3Pj7Y03iWu6hD3hEpCrsMtqDu-XKIIWg1nn_akEbkD2r99QKZ49k6lJifSj0XOii_oTdvM9Ha6ogSs-oQ4dHLyWOr78Lbou_OGkNiKkJiZ8eLA1CL7aNpr494DgESjxYcoRFqJgjG=w398-h377" width="398" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Als der Raum vor dem Bild frei wurde,</div><div style="text-align: center;">begann der Blickwechsel zwischen uns:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5-NViXQZbvHhn-qaTCrhrzoajcgmlGqM6Se7glDZ8RmaACZuYlt_nkUsphXcwl1xOtx1Vn2yXAVEFt3pRilB-Xn5p9S4OGvn-wHG8gToR2bnbtYUIAYQdyD_JdgX-a0jhHdVY9bWvVFntGVT108fXG0q8X1PKuts_PaVG2lRDNjdWvj370IJ-vEYt7-7n" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4376" data-original-width="3278" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5-NViXQZbvHhn-qaTCrhrzoajcgmlGqM6Se7glDZ8RmaACZuYlt_nkUsphXcwl1xOtx1Vn2yXAVEFt3pRilB-Xn5p9S4OGvn-wHG8gToR2bnbtYUIAYQdyD_JdgX-a0jhHdVY9bWvVFntGVT108fXG0q8X1PKuts_PaVG2lRDNjdWvj370IJ-vEYt7-7n=w318-h416" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ferdinand Hodler: Gertrud Müller im Grünen</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Am Dienstag besuchte ich im Kunstmuseum die Ausstellung,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in der die Mäzenin, Sammlerin, Fotografin und Pionierin </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gertrud Dübi-Müller, 1888-1980</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">gewürdigt wird:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eine Ausstellung, in deren Zentrum</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">eine selbstbestimmte, mutige Frau steht,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">die viele Künstler und Künstlerinnen persönlich kannte,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ihre Werke kaufte, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sie bei der Arbeit fotografierte.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Und die zwischen Alpenpässen, Ateliers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">und internationalen Kunstzentren unterwegs war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Im eigenen Cabriolet...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Es wird nicht bei diesem einen Besuch bleiben!<br /><br />PPS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich werde die Ausstellung</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(die mich völlig in ihren Bann zog)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> noch ein zweites und wohl auch noch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> ein drittes Mal besuchen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-82921190824442583892026-09-22T08:53:08.232+02:002026-09-22T09:17:02.931+02:00Blaumachen<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Weisser Elefant.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Eine Wolkenumarmung</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mit dem Himmelsblau.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkUkUmaS7sihN9CZt-YMYrBQDsKAixwiV1GLp5qfo2ZSi9fyN8Gt8eNIahobz7seh-bNMfRR7i1wnrgZRtN6QgQGSdEpEGcRoqdi0ymUikJxsdXSEOgkPXJ27hhjGYvOCBETAoB74WefGZrZiBfOLqtuL88_juRMz9kynDAm5Yc16F4iVv5QgvVOgljElo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3270" data-original-width="2986" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkUkUmaS7sihN9CZt-YMYrBQDsKAixwiV1GLp5qfo2ZSi9fyN8Gt8eNIahobz7seh-bNMfRR7i1wnrgZRtN6QgQGSdEpEGcRoqdi0ymUikJxsdXSEOgkPXJ27hhjGYvOCBETAoB74WefGZrZiBfOLqtuL88_juRMz9kynDAm5Yc16F4iVv5QgvVOgljElo=w365-h400" width="365" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich mache blau:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mein Laptop verbringt die nächsten Tage </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">beim Computerfachmann,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um 'gereinigt' und neu programmiert zu werden.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich melde mich wieder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bis dann - habt es gut!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-82091900729357966512026-09-21T10:36:25.730+02:002026-09-21T10:38:33.722+02:00OH!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Am Samstag auf der Wanderung,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die durch ein wunderschönes Naturschutzgebiet führt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleich zu Beginn, </div><div style="text-align: center;">unter einer grossen Linde,</div><div style="text-align: center;">steht eine weisse Box,</div><div style="text-align: center;">auf der rote Wörter angeordnet sind:</div><div style="text-align: center;">s<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLbAFtfYh8QvReNKFAE7GfDcbSbp6iAKpbnku-Rw8iygEN_TMUs-lp-r9Y0ECbjBhh7Bn6hfugvThNZISxeV5OfhINrwIxFrVscGYrdE_AstZ44_2jj9yTdEUfmRZDbfn_pBFa5v1QCxVQ_Xo0y0DxSsuJgLXR_SHX1K8YWVC8ekGJXdxid8JEDT0jHZOq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLbAFtfYh8QvReNKFAE7GfDcbSbp6iAKpbnku-Rw8iygEN_TMUs-lp-r9Y0ECbjBhh7Bn6hfugvThNZISxeV5OfhINrwIxFrVscGYrdE_AstZ44_2jj9yTdEUfmRZDbfn_pBFa5v1QCxVQ_Xo0y0DxSsuJgLXR_SHX1K8YWVC8ekGJXdxid8JEDT0jHZOq=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich gehe näher,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um sie genau lesen zu können:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHa1-PRsTs_huy1OnpRP3E72Eizfp7lAyK4pLvd2HPKiwrTlS7NneF0klqA3SILfM6ACorG2gbQjAMyeWamGSR5sqkSeSysS4O5bWMeiYWC8cAxn5OTGTPTGU2jQxuNXmTZeTDmCDK7qKVIx1SKHpfrXHbyLSVV_qVCdVqHejgTD-NWlq3HgNPM_0uWb7_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHa1-PRsTs_huy1OnpRP3E72Eizfp7lAyK4pLvd2HPKiwrTlS7NneF0klqA3SILfM6ACorG2gbQjAMyeWamGSR5sqkSeSysS4O5bWMeiYWC8cAxn5OTGTPTGU2jQxuNXmTZeTDmCDK7qKVIx1SKHpfrXHbyLSVV_qVCdVqHejgTD-NWlq3HgNPM_0uWb7_=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OH!<br />Alles klar?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alles klar!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-30185551020110020542026-09-18T09:55:25.922+02:002026-09-18T11:15:13.752+02:00Bald schon! <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>Ich möchte so malen,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>wie ein Vogel singt.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Claude Monet, 1840 - 1926, französischer Maler </div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender</div><div style="text-align: center;">auf dem Zettel von morgen Samstag, <b>19.9</b>.2026)</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAzKJn9Bn38SJbVc21YvbiW2fJ-B_lqSTrVm3rBQhx1DdpQ_v2QfeWiTmMnIABtIK0Qz2udLFxaGl99AC9T83pXx3-3f-z3gL4bSDVRZnnkvwInOmjA3bqYZxJTr4Ik5aTX099XHl7zctSTxo-eAoiRlIezREEwtI64Cd9dMOzYafpzCHMr8zwTff-ZINt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3304" data-original-width="4498" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAzKJn9Bn38SJbVc21YvbiW2fJ-B_lqSTrVm3rBQhx1DdpQ_v2QfeWiTmMnIABtIK0Qz2udLFxaGl99AC9T83pXx3-3f-z3gL4bSDVRZnnkvwInOmjA3bqYZxJTr4Ik5aTX099XHl7zctSTxo-eAoiRlIezREEwtI64Cd9dMOzYafpzCHMr8zwTff-ZINt=w494-h362" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>19.9</b>.2026 -7.2.2027</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genau in dem Moment,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">als ich das riesige Plakat an der hinteren Fassade </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">des Kunstmuseums erblickte,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">begann meine Vorfreude auf die neue Ausstellung</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mit Werken von van Gogh und Hodler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Was es mit dem Cabriolet auf sich hat,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wird sich mir wohl erst erschliessen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wenn ich mitten drin bin in der Ausstellung.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bald schon!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;">🌟🌟🌟</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich wünsche euch ein Wochenende</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mit vielen kleinen Freudenmomenten </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-3746424815499243452026-09-17T10:11:50.982+02:002026-09-17T10:33:54.442+02:00Strassenspiel<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nicht üben. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Einfach spielen.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rabea Weihser</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2026)</div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilPiTZuQPIq85nisbn5jxTSjMn3w2kty2ejQVryTubQtjixYsCNGc9q1VJsbysWJ6U6J4oYlEl_52-EK8r7IPXxLktwQcEU_TwLESxaYWKbTPG6U9kzIdJ4cOLUFmrYA9hRcBoxeGYgb6MRssuRtv3QIpQ4edHzY0TZr1q0H45yn7mLS67V_hyizkJNmpF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4419" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilPiTZuQPIq85nisbn5jxTSjMn3w2kty2ejQVryTubQtjixYsCNGc9q1VJsbysWJ6U6J4oYlEl_52-EK8r7IPXxLktwQcEU_TwLESxaYWKbTPG6U9kzIdJ4cOLUFmrYA9hRcBoxeGYgb6MRssuRtv3QIpQ4edHzY0TZr1q0H45yn7mLS67V_hyizkJNmpF=w437-h333" width="437" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In der Freien Strasse im Zentrum der Stadt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ein junger Pianist spielte <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShZ978fBl6Y">einen Song</a> von Calum Scott</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">derart hingebungsvoll und grossartig,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dass ich wie verzaubert stehen blieb und zuhörte. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Als ich weiterging,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">begleiteten mich Beatlesklänge:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Let it be"...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-44785529372121172372026-09-16T09:51:11.252+02:002026-09-16T10:24:11.298+02:00Loslassen ist schwierig<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Wer loslässt, </b><b>hat die Hände frei.</b></p><div style="text-align: center;">Redewendung</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPW8iPfK0CYgMh80PWDwYL3fhqIKYaDow6ioVXWZ2s_YdK-aOtIWDJ22caDC-IDHTpbaKttPOC80KOvzVnOhfsFfXqVXWfhO91tP4jme5zlvQshxH9w8w3pJlbpB4_k7XoZZhBcXQ91NEaHqO1Rxlzhj0GNHdp7O8D3qaR5QJfDP1tXM0EpsPAnfVVtUsm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPW8iPfK0CYgMh80PWDwYL3fhqIKYaDow6ioVXWZ2s_YdK-aOtIWDJ22caDC-IDHTpbaKttPOC80KOvzVnOhfsFfXqVXWfhO91tP4jme5zlvQshxH9w8w3pJlbpB4_k7XoZZhBcXQ91NEaHqO1Rxlzhj0GNHdp7O8D3qaR5QJfDP1tXM0EpsPAnfVVtUsm=w515-h349" width="515" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oder wie 'Hausfrau Hanna' es formuliert:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Wer loslässt, </b><b>gibt sein Handy frei.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div>PPS.</div><div>Diesen Wunsch habe ich sehr oft.</div><div>Wenn ich die vielen Menschen sehe, </div><div>die mit ihrem Handy unterwegs sind:<br />Zu Fuss.</div><div>Auf dem Velo.</div><div>Im ÖV.</div><div>Und auch im Auto... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-37987422707871361912026-09-15T09:03:56.833+02:002026-09-15T09:04:36.943+02:00Aufgabe erfüllt<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In Reih' und Glied stehen sie da und</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div>warten darauf, dass jemand sie mitnimmt. </div></div><div>Die fünf alten, ausgedienten Reisekoffer.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div><br /></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLWTFlRGB1AWqwRDfHg-FU4AsRwaX733334NADE6WGN6Ab8c2hZU161wbPiBQSm1AY0nlrByzepGg0CKYk2zAjFJhbUBKzLPuDE1zftZfExJve_uCAbkTZ3GZGi2Xj1tP0k_uucwqTjAgJJrRG9RIcKBxuwfwPkUZ-KOIvvzTr4VsdSWY2GJ6fBMPkpxSR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3603" data-original-width="4561" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLWTFlRGB1AWqwRDfHg-FU4AsRwaX733334NADE6WGN6Ab8c2hZU161wbPiBQSm1AY0nlrByzepGg0CKYk2zAjFJhbUBKzLPuDE1zftZfExJve_uCAbkTZ3GZGi2Xj1tP0k_uucwqTjAgJJrRG9RIcKBxuwfwPkUZ-KOIvvzTr4VsdSWY2GJ6fBMPkpxSR=w438-h343" width="438" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Denn bequemer reist es sich heute mit Rollkoffern...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-87137388875679711732026-09-14T08:37:34.806+02:002026-09-14T08:56:46.869+02:00Zwischen zwei Haltestellen (202)<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;">Am Samstag im Tram vom Bahnhof ins Stadtzentrum. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Zwei Frauen steigen ein und setzen sich nebeneinander.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich höre, wie die eine zu ihrer Sitznachbarin sagt:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div>"Meine Freundin kommt nie mit in die Stadt.</div><div>Das Gedränge ist ihr zu gross im Bahnhof.</div><div>Und in der Stadt hat es ihr zu viele Leute.</div><div>Mir nicht! </div><div>Im Dorf ist es immer so ruhig."</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKVBzgbTCvrcBnC7J2QtERRHjzsGSlnKcVZS1T74rjMzMyNRyffWAbC0bR1-J09E1PSh8EXYXvrF1o39PP7vBJK5Rd2ucbXCCoEH6RaMZ_B-aHkF2Z_LV69CRzpksm7mbh2h_DqlETJizw6DSkSLFl3WluFhOkDcpcRfC-BDeA2j8sVv58yuFWz0m2Try8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKVBzgbTCvrcBnC7J2QtERRHjzsGSlnKcVZS1T74rjMzMyNRyffWAbC0bR1-J09E1PSh8EXYXvrF1o39PP7vBJK5Rd2ucbXCCoEH6RaMZ_B-aHkF2Z_LV69CRzpksm7mbh2h_DqlETJizw6DSkSLFl3WluFhOkDcpcRfC-BDeA2j8sVv58yuFWz0m2Try8=w400-h322" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div>Ich nicke still. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Weil ich für beide Frauen Verständnis habe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Für jene, die lieber für sich im ruhigen Dorf bleibt,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aber auch für die im Tram Sitzende, die sich aufmacht,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um eine spannende Zeit in der Stadt zu erleben...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix8Z0QdS6P5a5dGmGNgg_MxPRn-fdDhmbWy_ts82gEPBOegbetxKdjvMOi-Sn_8EvJ-2WXM85ZxD1ASxlSV7Qis3kiG5uyqzE3LgS3q8199WK5b4vzcqD8CBWJeEKvad5k5Jj7p_eLtoImFJ6gttLMxV8YdiGDvUtT4-ueboCrmFcKYL99vgYOnvIgupQ8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="3723" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix8Z0QdS6P5a5dGmGNgg_MxPRn-fdDhmbWy_ts82gEPBOegbetxKdjvMOi-Sn_8EvJ-2WXM85ZxD1ASxlSV7Qis3kiG5uyqzE3LgS3q8199WK5b4vzcqD8CBWJeEKvad5k5Jj7p_eLtoImFJ6gttLMxV8YdiGDvUtT4-ueboCrmFcKYL99vgYOnvIgupQ8=w400-h362" width="400" /></a></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-435689997680118212026-09-10T10:19:53.485+02:002026-09-10T10:26:30.703+02:00Weggabelung<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Wie entscheide ich? </b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Der rechte Weg ist belegt,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>der linke noch frei...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0ZhJR1FcIYQBOfnRjV6t4vaE4eyLbPI4sxEIKYnxaKo8y-drCKvpUHqkM5WmE4LmxsFLySdUzB5DOPxvVzgef__HfyouKNBhqXyUaEJLAduUfHLQMN9hzVe7SPYLgQh1B8rxKJ4E4p_L-cksu4QaGMY6TNvRy26BI0faitavrrwRPzY557prxbuFzHtbr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0ZhJR1FcIYQBOfnRjV6t4vaE4eyLbPI4sxEIKYnxaKo8y-drCKvpUHqkM5WmE4LmxsFLySdUzB5DOPxvVzgef__HfyouKNBhqXyUaEJLAduUfHLQMN9hzVe7SPYLgQh1B8rxKJ4E4p_L-cksu4QaGMY6TNvRy26BI0faitavrrwRPzY557prxbuFzHtbr=w432-h345" width="432" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bei Weggabelungen muss man sich entscheiden:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Geh ich nach rechts? Oder nach links?"</div><div>Ich entschied mich für den linken Weg...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">PPS. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich wünsche euch bereits jetzt </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ein frohes Unterwegssein durchs Wochenende</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-42088904599978630102026-09-09T10:31:11.743+02:002026-09-09T10:37:20.218+02:00Zwischen zwei Haltestellen (201)<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;">Letzte Woche im Tram zum Bahnhof.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Von der Vorgeschichte, die das kleine, </div><div style="text-align: center;">in einem Buggy sitzende Mädchen seiner Mama erzählt hat, </div><div style="text-align: center;">bekomme ich nichts mit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich nehme die Kleine erst wahr, </div><div style="text-align: center;">als ein lautes, bestimmtes</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Wir sind nicht mehr beste Freundinnen!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich finde sie so dumm!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Sie ist so dumm, sie ist so dumm!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">aus ihr herausbricht.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Die Mama hört ruhig zu. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Weder unterbricht, noch beschwichtigt sie ihr Kind.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und ich sitze da,</div><div style="text-align: center;">staunend über diese Wortwahl der etwa Vierjährigen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Heute ist,</div><div style="text-align: center;">habe ich in meiner 'Wir Frauen'-Agenda gelesen,</div><div style="text-align: center;">der Tag der langjährigen Freundinnenschaft.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PPS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Frauen-Freundschaft' </div><div style="text-align: center;">würde mich persönlich mehr ansprechen...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-17260978798363972172026-09-08T09:36:28.547+02:002026-09-08T09:36:28.548+02:00Rosa und blaue Zwillinge<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Zwei rosa Blüten</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mit einem weissen Gesicht -</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Zwillingsgeschwister.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKzLA2lV59_UC57l5YroEIeF-Ln17GzgIfL94mnmhVBSseRsoHXq2Bq5F4Hk8NNcBvN0F5GGMhE-BeRkYBQFpHdzzlKRPfHzZqxZFbz1f362vO5DgRgdLvrDGv93k-AlzSLrZHXspll6_t5r7FpfU0ycF3hrDiJoVZWCVEvLF2zYp-u1Ts2t_Bl2cfcX52" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4313" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKzLA2lV59_UC57l5YroEIeF-Ln17GzgIfL94mnmhVBSseRsoHXq2Bq5F4Hk8NNcBvN0F5GGMhE-BeRkYBQFpHdzzlKRPfHzZqxZFbz1f362vO5DgRgdLvrDGv93k-AlzSLrZHXspll6_t5r7FpfU0ycF3hrDiJoVZWCVEvLF2zYp-u1Ts2t_Bl2cfcX52=w426-h346" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Das Haiku funktioniert auch mit zwei blauen Blüten ;) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAyHio_lQrSS-L3gYrfTgcCJXvVnOc6y1Nn-65j8N6roAi0Mv_8XgpgVaUV1mtBbh9PulUZu_mojSDcHOGn-Pek4r9pTkHgqWztAAOJpenDbsVLZ2a1MpZJ8q5YKmLRne1AGkGuIKW33rhE_92A-emT6jOVY45vjStStTh7RSDf_Y6n487xKouKrEzUSWH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3188" data-original-width="4418" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAyHio_lQrSS-L3gYrfTgcCJXvVnOc6y1Nn-65j8N6roAi0Mv_8XgpgVaUV1mtBbh9PulUZu_mojSDcHOGn-Pek4r9pTkHgqWztAAOJpenDbsVLZ2a1MpZJ8q5YKmLRne1AGkGuIKW33rhE_92A-emT6jOVY45vjStStTh7RSDf_Y6n487xKouKrEzUSWH=w426-h317" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-31342263889620703592026-09-07T09:55:54.427+02:002026-09-07T19:10:28.191+02:00Über die Hände verbunden<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Heute früh um halb sieben Uhr. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Frische Luft strömte durch die geöffneten Fenster und Türen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dann hörte ich ein Geräusch, das mich glücklich stimmte:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Es regnete!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">💧💧💧</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was mich ebenfalls glücklich stimmte, </div><div style="text-align: center;">waren die Menschen, die am Samstagnachmittag</div><div style="text-align: center;">den Innenhof des Rathauses belebten.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Immer zwei waren über die Hände verbunden und</div><div style="text-align: center;">drehten sich schwungvoll, leichtfüssig und elegant zur Musik.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ihre Tanzfreude war ansteckend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wir Zuschauenden liessen uns anstecken,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die Füsse begannen sich rhythmisch zu bewegen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In der Pause fragte ich eine der Teilnehmerinnen, </div><div style="text-align: center;">was das für ein Tanz gewesen sei.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Ein West Coast Swing!" lautete ihre Antwort.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsHayPMjfwpbj7ya0_AH0nNF5a33r8iTVDWorO3PQqEmlCpAXGp_TKNJx_wa0lX3-TAXQJyygmIfy_hkCz8Bq4N9ft5vjqyxvxeka8o8Py0DRxpyu6CjPgunUl_DfuskbUwJS61-hlKjdDT0d2YPkl0u9oyHa2GQns5uuMEC_eVqiU6WQcL6qr0b0iZc11" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4201" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsHayPMjfwpbj7ya0_AH0nNF5a33r8iTVDWorO3PQqEmlCpAXGp_TKNJx_wa0lX3-TAXQJyygmIfy_hkCz8Bq4N9ft5vjqyxvxeka8o8Py0DRxpyu6CjPgunUl_DfuskbUwJS61-hlKjdDT0d2YPkl0u9oyHa2GQns5uuMEC_eVqiU6WQcL6qr0b0iZc11=w434-h353" width="434" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="n6owBd awi2gc" data-complete="true" data-copy-service-computed-style="font-family: "Google Sans", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 400; margin: 12px 0px 16px; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 0px rgb(10, 10, 10);" data-hveid="CAIIAQgIEAA" data-processed="true" data-sfc-cp="" data-sfc-root="ep" jsaction="" jscontroller="TDBkbc#Ml18Xb" jsuid="NqhlGe_16" style="border-bottom: 0px rgb(10, 10, 10); 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Alles?<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Was ist hinter der Natur? </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nichts vielleicht.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Vielleicht alles.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paul Cézanne</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2026) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFmkNu783u5fpegisVQYx5xZtLC5btRk5wBuTF2J2_nyWG6D1KIHoJO5SzW_QCKu9E-Z5BI3s4k_-H2et4ueoVbTlU_UfKjkYiTWLL0P4kDB6zV0x825zBhou8tsUi6Jh5XRgY59X82iixm8ddjSnTndD5C1dslHa-fKgTGq5oaqkZMIwPXLdOnsq2lzEZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFmkNu783u5fpegisVQYx5xZtLC5btRk5wBuTF2J2_nyWG6D1KIHoJO5SzW_QCKu9E-Z5BI3s4k_-H2et4ueoVbTlU_UfKjkYiTWLL0P4kDB6zV0x825zBhou8tsUi6Jh5XRgY59X82iixm8ddjSnTndD5C1dslHa-fKgTGq5oaqkZMIwPXLdOnsq2lzEZ=w440-h364" width="440" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cézanne beschäftigte sich wohl oft mit dieser Frage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bevor er zu malen begann.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Während seines Malens.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Und bestimmt auch danach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Beim Betrachten seines Gemäldes,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">das ihm vielleicht eine Antwort offenbarte...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKUNIMGD1EHujvXT6t1G2-FJ8Yy89pKXRk3if5HA_6Us4JEVf-6eLmcWhNtgCOncr_ZTIqCqEvAceNSiisN6G_mlUNX_qt3WzNHiNbYi7jWFS_dkALeJWPqxt4ELIkDVo2SCfO0QOGt96BFNlUZIGcrOs11-D1gB2HvGarpvVKtoZEfmQGd6HyI7q1qjD4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3428" data-original-width="4586" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKUNIMGD1EHujvXT6t1G2-FJ8Yy89pKXRk3if5HA_6Us4JEVf-6eLmcWhNtgCOncr_ZTIqCqEvAceNSiisN6G_mlUNX_qt3WzNHiNbYi7jWFS_dkALeJWPqxt4ELIkDVo2SCfO0QOGt96BFNlUZIGcrOs11-D1gB2HvGarpvVKtoZEfmQGd6HyI7q1qjD4=w447-h332" width="447" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ich wünsche euch ein Wochenende</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mit vielen schönen Naturbetrachtungen und -erlebnissen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-38624300245399129702026-09-03T11:20:44.641+02:002026-09-03T11:22:31.686+02:00Durchs Schaufenster gesehen <div style="text-align: center;">Ein leuchtendrotes Plakat,</div><div style="text-align: center;">das im Schaufenster eines kleinen Innenstadtgeschäfts hängt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">lässt mich anhalten:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ein schöner Stoff ist wie eine Umarmung -</div><div style="text-align: center;">'kram' auf Schwedisch!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsw6iQp7c-kohxPTYR6HhyrFXfeIadtaBPLJwNb4ChlnPNX9nCxKoM2m0-SjzubloWlzIPPrSR6wtOgmMdpwqaYfaB6vAIZlH_nlDC_G8VdWPykMPvWTfMzZ_nDNn9BAoNtL-x-AgYg_W4znAjV4qSlYPQZkijKkFjb6a2R-dSKfuXhjcUIsUA5sLz4sBY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3929" data-original-width="3743" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsw6iQp7c-kohxPTYR6HhyrFXfeIadtaBPLJwNb4ChlnPNX9nCxKoM2m0-SjzubloWlzIPPrSR6wtOgmMdpwqaYfaB6vAIZlH_nlDC_G8VdWPykMPvWTfMzZ_nDNn9BAoNtL-x-AgYg_W4znAjV4qSlYPQZkijKkFjb6a2R-dSKfuXhjcUIsUA5sLz4sBY=w383-h400" width="383" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-16133971827386535902026-09-02T10:21:59.251+02:002026-09-02T10:24:37.027+02:00Stimmt das?<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>När man ingenting gör</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>kan man uppleva mycket.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">fr<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 16px;">å</span>n Sverige</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgk2HRl0c7IqyVWewcfzsLbBVh8bta15-MdCpP0dSs8MMNPGRWki7PZQmuheHLhZ7Fa0zcBsasdxE4g6uMdwDfViDSVaAePaWDXZ4h45OAoH1oVoezE2GqwpZzDGHyCIDU4Fb0VtYGFKiRqP1hTOUMuhXclXLGB7M5VCPiqwgqo8yFLYItNHO0pKnYB7tpx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgk2HRl0c7IqyVWewcfzsLbBVh8bta15-MdCpP0dSs8MMNPGRWki7PZQmuheHLhZ7Fa0zcBsasdxE4g6uMdwDfViDSVaAePaWDXZ4h45OAoH1oVoezE2GqwpZzDGHyCIDU4Fb0VtYGFKiRqP1hTOUMuhXclXLGB7M5VCPiqwgqo8yFLYItNHO0pKnYB7tpx=w443-h327" width="443" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Wenn man nichts tut,</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>kann man viel erleben.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aus Schweden</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ist das wirklich möglich?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Etwas zu erleben, wenn man nichts tut?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PPS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wahrscheinlich kommt es auf die persönliche Sichtweise an,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ob der Spruch aus Schweden stimmt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oder eben nicht.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PPPS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Für mich stimmt er!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PPPPS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Und das nicht bloss deshalb,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">weil der Spruch aus Schweden stammt... ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-46188710814619526382026-09-01T10:03:48.478+02:002026-09-01T10:06:16.098+02:00Mit Leidenschaft, Rhythmus und Gefühl...<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Es sind die kleinen Freuden,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>die uns grossen Antrieb geben.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paulo Coelho</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2026)</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsE1Bljl5eRKVjvfQRx1HFumvW_wLB4BIb8g2hHg7AtEAj9yv77NtDbVx69bPeKCNHk2j7WaTDYAUD2oZFk7OZULZgsDm42BWLxP7FWRia11UlQNqZseeXsnD4NDo6_KKu964Q62DiedVPlhqcN1uUShuKOrPsT2MU6xQ-lKlUXTj-vE1--atPcCSbVIVI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3330" data-original-width="4135" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsE1Bljl5eRKVjvfQRx1HFumvW_wLB4BIb8g2hHg7AtEAj9yv77NtDbVx69bPeKCNHk2j7WaTDYAUD2oZFk7OZULZgsDm42BWLxP7FWRia11UlQNqZseeXsnD4NDo6_KKu964Q62DiedVPlhqcN1uUShuKOrPsT2MU6xQ-lKlUXTj-vE1--atPcCSbVIVI=w448-h355" width="448" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Das Zentrum der Innenstadt ist eine grosse Baustelle,</div><div style="text-align: center;">da die Tramgeleise erneuert werden.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lärm, Absperrungen und Einschränkungen </div><div style="text-align: center;">sind seit vielen Wochen Normalität.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gestern jedoch geschieht etwas, was ich nicht erwartet habe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Etwas abseits der Baustelle haben eine Flamencotänzerin </div><div style="text-align: center;">und ein Gitarrespieler wie eine Insel geschaffen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So viel Leidenschaft, Rhythmus und Gefühl:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich schaue und höre den beiden wie verzaubert zu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und lege, bevor ich weitergehe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mein Gracias in den weissen Hut...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-85291306055358092382026-08-31T10:04:04.046+02:002026-08-31T10:07:38.795+02:00Wundervoller Sonntagsspaziergang <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Die Wunder geschehen direkt</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>vor unserer Türe.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882</div><div style="text-align: center;">US-amerikanischer Philosoph und Schriftsteller</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2026)</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9mkFBSJ-Y3UzNxUustErPTUjLPT7LfhuwDCfrcww-r2G16EJ7mj_yM2qlYN7lGdgFR1dX-zniyfkfplCu2er1zeJxVKbbGcGTV7JBH62NUgLUsBgAYHW4PT6_eoH0LCdGGwy9ua-9w3CZG1WHTNmO44u0nL81Wb5Je6wBIWE3Gdv2p9TBvlKFkDPRDwmf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3350" data-original-width="4608" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9mkFBSJ-Y3UzNxUustErPTUjLPT7LfhuwDCfrcww-r2G16EJ7mj_yM2qlYN7lGdgFR1dX-zniyfkfplCu2er1zeJxVKbbGcGTV7JBH62NUgLUsBgAYHW4PT6_eoH0LCdGGwy9ua-9w3CZG1WHTNmO44u0nL81Wb5Je6wBIWE3Gdv2p9TBvlKFkDPRDwmf=w434-h331" width="434" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Immer wieder ist es das Unterwegssein dem Rhein entlang,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">das diese kleinen 'Wunder' geschehen und erleben lässt:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Die Schritte werden leichter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Das Atmen wird leichter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Das Denken wird leichter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Und auch das Lächeln fällt leicht...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfICx0WPxOhgTp-vtY86moKqKBKt0uDMkIrDj1bRxHz-NbvxZo85unE2YnTF2ARQ8oQSQgPEY_RuRkgIUGMGxm7jkmjzTRuhWXm4aJ9OCRvxDkunjxRqNDWLIbY4VNMsjNGznIDErrvC1-YrhtJJEqXjYT77WjdHB5smhkvh3apTNo4fIvnZN94ZWXrApC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfICx0WPxOhgTp-vtY86moKqKBKt0uDMkIrDj1bRxHz-NbvxZo85unE2YnTF2ARQ8oQSQgPEY_RuRkgIUGMGxm7jkmjzTRuhWXm4aJ9OCRvxDkunjxRqNDWLIbY4VNMsjNGznIDErrvC1-YrhtJJEqXjYT77WjdHB5smhkvh3apTNo4fIvnZN94ZWXrApC=w436-h334" width="436" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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