Our little baby loves to run around the garden like crazy when we're out. And make trouble, of course. (You see the poor condition of the trunk of the vine).
There is a cat.
And there is no more cat.
All that's left is his tail. He's so fast in his antics that I often fail to capture him.
And he likes to wallow in the dust on the ground. And then he comes to rub at my legs. It's best when I'm wearing long pants and he leaves all his dirt on me. 😄😻
|Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.|