Nur wenige Stunden hing dieses Wahlplakat der #Bündnis90DieGrünen in der #March bei #Freiburg, bis ein hasserfüllter Mensch das Bedürfnis hatte, es zu zerstören.
Diese Sachbeschädigungen und schlimmeres wie Beleidigungen und Körperverletzungen geschehen in einem Klima, in dem rechtsextremes Gedankengut gesellschaftsfähig und die Grenze des Sag- und Machbaren neu ausgelotet wird.
Bitte stellt euch mit friedlichen und demokratischen Mitteln dagegen. In Freiburg am 2.6. bei der #DemoGegenRechts.
Highs in March here ranged between 40°F (4.4°C) and 80°F (26.7°C). I'm still struggling to reconcile hitting 80°F on March 3rd. I'd expect that in maybe late April.
The song "Prayer of the Mothers", was born as a result of an alliance made between singer-songwriter Yael Deckelbaum, and a group of courageous women, leading the movement of “Women Wage Peace”.
The movement arose on summer 2014 during the escalation of violence between Israel and the Palestinians, and the military operation “Tzuk Eitan”.
Early spring at Whittemore Sanctuary, Woodbury, Connecticut, March 29, 2024, 4:45 PM. According to the official map, this pond is named "Pond". Just to the east is a smaller pond named "Pond."
March alternates between warm and cold days.
Days with thick coats and days with light shirts.
My closet and my head have been a mess for the past few weeks. 😂🤷♀️👕🧥
A photograph taken from the passenger seat of the car on the way home from Inverness the other day. The view is looking up the east coast of Skye along the Trotternish Ridge. I pass it on because it illustrates the beauty of the place… even in a snapshot
Brown, bare, barren under stinging March winds
that scour the Earth with their frigid wrath,
only the snow and erstwhile crow bring ends
to the emptiness left in Winter's swath.
Days may be longer, but just by seconds,
and Summer's heat lies away down the path,
with its promised touch from both Sun and hands.
O, let the seasons keep their ancient oath!
Let me be quick by the touch of another,
the fruit of that seed which made Earth mother--
the nectar of which is sweeter than song
and flows, a river much wider than long,
in its course to the source wherein Truth lies--
a blessing upon hearts, minds, ears, and eyes!