Updating: Our Garden Pipke's Little World.

  

Reminiscing the good times

                                  

Some time ago I went to check the contents of my blog. 

I went to dig back into the posts I've published over the years and reread some of them. 

I wanted to cherish the good times which I've experienced when Pipke was still alive. 

So I came to the post: Our Garden …. Pipke's Little World. (Published on August 9, 2009).


To read this original post click on the link above.

You can see there how it all started at the end of October 1994. At that time the garden even didn't exist: it was still unprocessed soil. There you can see Pipke's parents and ancestors visiting our mud puddle. I describe there the construction of our garden and how it has evolved after more than fourteen years.  

While rereading that particular post that I've mentioned above, I discovered that the slide show that I've installed at that time was now no longer available.

I really found this a pity because – it means so much to me.

It shows the place where Pipke has lived her whole life. There I've spend the happiest time of my life so – the images belong to this blog.

Therefore – for those who are interested and/or haven't seen it yet before: I want to share it with you. So I've installed a new version of the photo-album/slide show on that original post.

If you're not interested to read the original post and just want to see the photo-album/slideshow, just click on this link to watch the new version updated on March 1, 2025.

The pictures you can see there were taken on August 6, 2009.

I hope you will enjoy it.

You must know folks: I had to leave the place where Pipke was born.

I live there anymore. 

It wasn't at all my choice to leave this place. It were the circumstances – “what happened” – that made it inevitable I had to go with much pain in my heart.

And - although I live there anymore - in my thoughts

I still walk every day through the garden and sit on the bench together with Pipke.

Her memory is still the handhold in my life! 

She still brightens up my days!

Thanks for your visit.

Already Half a Year

I really can't believe that it's already so long ago since Pipke died.

For me it seems as if it happened yesterday.

She's always in my thoughts.

To day I want to show you this beautiful memory.

Look what a proud little lady she is here.

She was here in the prime of her life and still very healthy.

This time, I was the one who was very ill and that had a very great influence on her. (In her life story I will tell you about this period.)

She was such a lovely little critter.

I miss you very much sweetie!

Cuddles

Your oma

xoxo

PS: Yesterday afternoon the ice cream car passed for the very first time this year!

It was very hard for me to hear that tune again.

It will always remind me on that very last time that we sat together on the bench with her!

Our Assistant Gardener

It's now more than ten days ago that I've promised you to show these beautiful moments, well here they come.

Sorry that it took so long, but at the moment I'm also working on Pipke's full life story and it takes much more time than I could estimate.

It's not that I had planned to write something down in a hurry, but after I've read the story of: Wesley the Owl by Stacey O'Brien, I discovered that the part of her full life story that I had written so far was not good enough.

Stacey wrote her story much more detailed. What I had written was in fact rather a superficial story.

Thus: I started again, (for the second time) I adjusted what I had already written, and also supplemented it, and now the story “grows”, it becomes almost a book.

I have to do much research to find the exact dates that the events took place because I want it to be correct.

I am also trying to gather as much pictures and film images to supplement the story and it's a real joy to do that.

In fact, we have so many images to “substantiate” her story that it becomes almost like you are looking at a movie, a non fiction movie.

This is a truth story, and the images will show – that I am fantasizing not one element in her story.

I promise you: adventure in the wild world – labor – laughter – tense and tender moments – explosions – love – sensitivity – joy – tragedy and even escape from hell, all ingredients for a “good” book or/and movie.

I am not going to reveal more but be sure, I haven't told you everything, there are still many surprises. (That's for those who've already read my short story on Jen's blog.)

Obvious, there still lacks “the most important" element! To make a book or a movie successful you need also a “good” writer.

The writer is already busy, trying to become better – if she will become “good” – only the future will tell!

If that will not be the case then: at least she has tried it!:)

Meanwhile, imagine – it's a warm sunny day – you're enjoying the sun – and you are sitting in an easy chair in my garden with your feet up high – while my gardener and his assistant do the job!

Doesn't this sound great?:)

Enjoy the images, images of the time that she was still young, joyful and full of energy.

Wasn't she a good assistant gardener and pest controller?

Of course, this is only a small part of the film.She helped my hubby to mow the whole lawn.

Now I am going to write and enjoy myself, and while I am writing down her story I relive the beautiful times.

It seems almost if she is still here!

PS::) I was naughty and only joking in my earlier post! :):)

Of course: it isn't Summer here right now – and it wasn't also 26°C.

Only on these film pictures it was Summer, warm and sunny.

The reality is:

1. It's here late Fall now, and yes - it was raining very heavy and we had really very gusty weather!

2. We only had some problems with the film pictures!

For the U.S readers: Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Till soon :)

Our Little Sunshine

We have called this film scene: “Dejeuner sur l'herbe” after the painting of E. Manet because we were also sitting on the green and it was such a beautiful sunshiny day. This was in the Summer of 1999 and then she was four years old.

Can you hear her talking to me?

That's not the sound of an “ordinary” duck. People who have pet ducks probably can hear the difference, she developed her own language.

Maybe this needs some explanation for the “new visitors” of my blog.

I found Pipke in an abandoned nest at the moment that she hatched.

She imprinted me as her kind. We tried to introduce her to her family but without success. She never wanted the companion of other ducks, we were her family. Of course, it was not an ideal situation, but we were always there for her.

If I hadn't rescued her in this first moment of her life -- she would never have lived -- now she “has lived” and she was a very lucky duck!

Enjoy the sunshine!

Thanks for your visit!

True Love!

They say "a picture is worth a thousand words", so I don't have to use many words. These images show how close our bond was.

This was our normal early morning ritual and the first thing we did after she entered the laundry room.

She really enjoyed it, she couldn't get enough of it. If my husband then came too close to us while we cuddled she became angry. My husband had to be carefull or she picked him in the nose, or she attacked him. Of course it wasn't a violent attack, but sometimes she squeezed his skin so hard that he had contusions.

She then could be very proud when he backed off. It seemed as if she saw this as a victory. As long as he stayed in the neighborhood she kept an eye at him!

This scene makes me happy again, happy... because we had the privilege to may have known her.

It was a beautiful time.

I wonder if there is someone else who had also such a close bond with a duck? 

If that's the case, please let me know. I would be grateful!

She was such a little darling.

I hope you've enjoyed this beautiful memory!