Rosengarten am Engelbecken


This morning was quite sad with saying good bye to Hasi (at 6am!) and to Papi. On my way to work I was feeling a bit blue and very sorry for my poor me. Until I saw the roses at the rose garten of Engelbecken.

Da ich mich vom Hasi heute morgen um 6:00 verabschieden musste und später auch noch vom Papi, war ich doch etwas traurig auf meinem Weg ins Büro. Ich tat mir auch schrecklich leid. Aber der wunderschöne Rosengarten am Engelbecken hat mich doch wieder aufgemuntert.


Pink is the bestest colour ever.

Pink ist doch die beste Farbe überhaupt.


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