If not now, then when?

IF NOT NOW, THEN WHEN? still on: berlinletters.blogspot.com 

Bare with me - I was still experimenting (shouldn't we all?), searching (aren't we all), trying (even PINK does it in her new song): 

so I hope the new found title will please you as much as me - because I think, especially when we are on the shady side of forty, fifty, sixty or whatsoever that  'It is a truth universally acknowledged' that time goes by, so we will ask ourselves: 

             IF NOT NOW, THEN WHEN? 

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Only to remind you: this is now my new blog. You'll find me under www.berlinletters.blogspot.com - and as I look nowadays only on the followers on my blog-list there, I would be unhappy to miss your post. Please just come over and join me!

On my own account: I have a new blog

                                                    "Britta's letters from Berlin"

my blog starts today under www.berlinletters.blogspot.de 

It has the title: "A little premature, isn't it?" - that doesn't need an explanation...
See:
my Landlady in London has failed me. First she wrote: "Everything is OK - please book your flight" - which I did. Then she found a long-term paying guest, who stays from September 1st.
I am not angry with her, because I can understand that as an artist she needs the rent for living, and it is better to know you get it six months and not only one month - but nevertheless: I cannot give back the flight tickets, have no travel cancellation insurance, and cannot even give them to someone else, so on Tuesday they will run out.
Well - it is as it is. No use to cry about spilt milk.
Instead I have a little bit more time (though we go on holiday next month, too).
I thought a lot about my blogs.
I love burstingwithhappiness - poem and photograph - so I'll keep it.
My blog gardeninginhighheels will remain - but mostly get posts in the garden seasons.
But 'Youarewittyandpretty' - I wasn't that happy with it. Too long, too vague. So I thought: what do I really like?
I LOVE writing letters.
(I have a technical problem with Blogger's Dynamic View: I can only write posts for 'Britta's Happiness of the Day' by entering over the blog address of Youarewittyandpretty. So I will have to keep that blog, but will not use it).
                              Britta's letters from Berlin shall be short (hopefully), about my everyday life, sometimes with a photograph, sometimes without. Letters from Berlin - but not necessarily about Berlin.
Your comments will be your letters that come back to me.
I'm looking forward to them -

Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman!

Mister postman look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me???  

"I'm just sitting on a Fence" - seeing you again in October, I hope!

Dear Followers,
thanks to you all! You gave wonderful advice - and made it clear that you like my blogs.
Thank you for that! 
At the moment I feel that I moan a bit too much - which I think neither witty nor pretty :-)
And gardening on a balcony has its limitations - even in ballerinas.
So I will take a creative pause - or whatever the term is. From now on till the end of September I'll let the above mentioned blogs rest (I'm not one who recklessly throws things away :-), and keep only 'Britta's Happiness of the Day' on www.burstingwithhappiness.blogspot.com - though in a reduced form: two or three times a week should be enough.
So I hope you remember the ol' Tom Jones Song "Try to remember the kind of September" - the important thing is the refrain, of course:

Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Discussions

Good arguments. On both sides.
"I will stop blogging.", I told Husband. "I think it is the right thing to do. I will have more time to write Something More Substantial. You see: it frays out my time - looking for photos (each day one for 'Burstingwithhappiness), looking for poems, sometimes translating them from German into English (a very unprofessional thing to do). Waiting for comments, looking at the stats (oh, they roar at Happiness - while the comments that come on Youarewittyandpretty are manifold, but not the stats. Best results concerning price-earning ratio is Gardeninginhighheels). And I don't want to increase the number of followers, though I know how to do it - but that would mean more attention and re-commenting, and..."
"I don't think it is a good idea to stop now", said Husband. "You are a bit tired now - normally you are strong and positive but at the moment your spirits are a bit low, understandably..."
"But that is why I want to do it - I don't want to be on the lookout for comments anymore, don't want to lose a single moment by thinking about how my 'readers' might like or dislike it, I..."
"I don't think it is a good idea. You have a bit much on your plate at the moment" - "That's why! I need my strength!" - "... and blogging takes off your thoughts of the very tragic and sad blow of fate that happened to your best friend's child three days before. You are brooding too much."
"You are right. So you don't think that it would be a wise move?"
"No, definitely not. You love your blogs. You love your fellow-bloggers. You get inspiration, feed back, ideas and tips and..."
"Yes, you are right. Forty: love."

Vice versa

Today: everything done in another way. Breaking the routine. Strong coffee first thing in the morning instead of tea, rolls instead of porridge, no grapefruit and the egg can wait. Still in my nightie, and yes: it is later than usual, because yesterday evening I cooked dinner for friends. We sat long on the balcony, so sweet and warm the air, and raised the first Pimm's No. 1 of this summer to the stars above. 

Too many Churches...

It might be the churches.
Too many of them - in a town that is allowed to call itself city, because they counted (very generously) more than 100 000 inhabitants.
Hildesheim is a Catholic diaspora. In Mainz, where I studied, I became aquainted with Catholicism in the form of "laissez faire" (we call it: To let five be an even number) - Hans' aunt Maria, for example, surprised me by saying laughingly: "Who often goes on a pilgrimage will seldom become sacred" (that in the matchless dialect of Mainz). And I, coming from the Evangelic Church of Bremen, indulged in the sheer sensuality of Catholicism in Bavaria: gold and jewels in abundance, Saints for every wish and woe, relics and baroque splendour and frankincense.
Hildesheim has a strange form of Catholicism, Puritan almost - stern, rigorous, austere.
But the churches are beautiful.
Take St. Godehard - the Basilica, which belongs to the biggest buildings in the Romanesque style of Northern Germany, stands on a little hill near the island where our house is.  

Godehard was Bishop of Hildesheim from 1022 to 1038 - an art-lover, church-builder and adherent of the reform of Cluny. On June 16, 1133 A.D., Bishop Bernhard laid the foundation-stone of the St.Godehard Church.
I will spare you the many 'Strokes of Fate' - and prefer showing you some pictures of this really beautiful church: the lucidity of its architecture, the structural abundance of the column capitals and the cube and scaly friezes.

The more than life-sized figure of St. Godehard is from 1450. The huge wheel chandelier over the altar was a present of Mary, the last Queen of Hanover, 1864. 

By the way: the Basilica is more idyllic than you might have thought from the first glance above: 

And the vicarage always reminds me of Jane Austen: 

As you know, I take wisdom and solace from where I can find it - so maybe the lighting of a candle and for sure all the good wishes and prayers from friends have helped:

we are very grateful that Hans, being an athletical man, recovers so well that maybe he might leave the Rehab center on coming Friday - and be finally in our flat in Berlin.