My Window View

The little Bavarian Alpine village we just moved to is having their annual summer fest next weekend, and these are hanging all the way down one street. They were closed since they were hung . . . until today.
Now they appear to be floating in midair!! (We LOVE Bavaria!!)

This is the view from my deck in the greater Stockholm area, Sweden. The picture taken around 4 a clock in the morning and of my closest neighbour trough the oak trees. The oldest parts of this small castle dates back to the 13th century, the barock garden was first built in the 16th century. My house is only like 110 years old but the hill it stands on used to be an island thousands of years ago and holds 18 stone circles and mounds ranging from Scandinavian stone age to iron age. Obviously a very important place for people around here for over a 3000 year period in time. It is a wonderful place to live and bring up my sons, close to the city but still country side and close to nature. I'm lucky to live here.

Summer cottage in Finland at Midsummer Eve at 9pm.

Peccioli Tuscany Italy
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I grew up in Ischia, a very beautiful island in the Gulf of Naples. I lived with my grandmother Elena because my mom worked. Our house was in a humble neighborhood, narrow rows of two-story houses, the streets were dirt, dust reigned in the summer. . With newly invented plastic buckets, we little girls were sent to fetch water from the fountain that was also our boundary. The extreme point beyond which we were forbidden to go. At the edge of this boundary, at the end of a small driveway bordered by white dry stone walls and closed by a large iron gate, was a garden in which this rose you see in the photograph bloomed every year. All that could be seen of the house was the dark green painted wooden door. I had never seen any of the inhabitants. I wonder if they had ever been there. Maybe I had not yet been born when they had disappeared. While the house was being buried by weeds, the garden undaunted, returned to bloom every year. I used to try to steal the roses through the bars of the gate. The velvety petals, the sweetly wild scent on early warm evenings, the thorns scratching my hands, brushing even my fingers against this flower was a temptation I could not escape. The 1960s were advancing and my Uncle Franco had bought a Fiat 600, the roads were being paved, the future swallowed us up... Today, this ancient rose reminds me of the times when that mysterious family had been happy in their little garden in the gulf of Naples😍

Hi all! I just wanted to introduce myself and share a photo that I took. I am a Scottish nurse and moved to Switzerland about a hundred years ago. I do enjoy a window photo so here is a view from my living room window, even if you can’t see the window ( but I can show you the actual window if you like). This table sees many animated meals in summer but for now I’m enjoying the quiet and the last of the wisteria scents.

Woke up to this today 🤣

Moved our bed out for the summer! Up in the trees, screened in and metal roof. Heaven on a rainy day or night
Almost Heaven! West Virginia!

My view today, a view of gratefulness. My mother sitting outside in the garden patio. She was very sick and could not stay up for long periods. Mostly spend her days in bed sleeping. Today is the 2nd day she is up and about and not in bed.
Just thankfully and love her forever💕

Gatlinburg, Tennessee, USA

My mom’s final view. Deer, squirrels and birds played outside her hospice window. RIP Mom. You will be dearly missed. 💙