I can take all sorts of interesting pictures, but I can't capture the sounds of where I live. I love the things I hear throughout the day. There is a church about a mile away. Every day at around lunchtime and evening, the church bells toll. On Sundays they chime in the morning too. I love the call of the bells.

I looked out of my bedroom window this morning and loved the scenery and sounds. Jack Frost came for a visit overnight. The crisp, clean breeze on a sunny, gray/blue sky; an airplane overhead; distant noise of a saw; people getting into their cars--the exhaust brilliantly expelled in dissipating clouds...all the sounds complete the picture.

In Germany they have quiet hours. It's a law in the whole country. From 1pm - 3pm, and 10pm-7am you cannot make excessive noises. It means you can't do yard work (use the lawnmower, weed whacker, etc.) in the middle of the day. That also means that if you have any glass jars to recycle, you can't take them to the recycle bins during quiet hours because they would make too much noise. (I will blog about the garbage/recycling program in a different post). At first I thought this law was outlandish! But I really appreciate not hearing cars drive by with the bass turned all the way up. I love the peacefulness it brings to hear nature, or at night, listen to the sound of quiet. I am really thankful for the sounds of Germany.
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