Wheelhouse is the theme, Patrick says. What is that? A house on wheels? My first thought went to the wheelbarrow and I stuck to it.
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There is a wheelbarrow house
with a wheelbarrow garden.
Whose idea was it? I wonder.
Did the kid climb in it and say: “Go!”?
Or did a grown-up, father or uncle,
think of it first?
In any case, it happened,
I have photo proof, just not here:
Me, grinning ear to ear
out of the wheelbarrow
pushed around the garden
by uncle or father.
My first wheelhouse.
By now it has turned white, they tell me. Several cm of drama have fallen this week. I like it in all seasons.
This was that same garden two weeks ago when we visited Slovenia for my parents’ grand wedding anniversary. They still live on the first floor. No kids in the wheelbarrow now, just a bestia on the loose.
From my parents’ window. Mother’s parents used to live under us. 
Uncle grows (some) food now. 
Grandpa brought this bench from who knows where. I hope not from the park. 
Bestia in the organic autumn look. 
We play cards in this garden in the summer. This is “my” fir tree on the right, the same age as me. 
A jolly ensemble. 
Bestia has two speeds: casual… 
… and urgent. 
Mossssss. I love it. 
Uncle’s radicchio protected from intruders. 
Autumn leaves. 
Another kind of radicchio. 
Parsley and red radicchio. 
These look rather poisonous though. 
The next day the sun decided to finally pay us a visit. After one week. For a moment. (And now don’t forget to click on the photo to see them again in the colourful setting.)
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #210: Wheelhouse
Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed) 
Nice to see Bestia doing well. Thanks. Duke
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Thanks so much, Duke. 🙂 Yes, he is well and we are all well. I hope you are too.
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I love our autumn looks, provided it’s not that cold.
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Thank you, Bojana, I do too. We were lucky. It started to get cold in Ljubljana just after we left. I’m yet to wear my winter coat this year. We have up to 16 degrees over here there days.
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Jesus. I’ve been wearing it since Oct.
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A lovely walk about the garden thanks Manja 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Bushboy. 🙂 I’m glad I can take you there.
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<smile> Somehow, you managed to wander into something somewhat close to the actual meaning of “wheelhouse”. Literally, a wheelhouse is any structure protecting a wheel. Figuratively, we use it in North America as an idiom referring to a place of expertise and comfort. “That’s not in my wheelhouse” is an expression meaning “that task is not something I’m very good at.”
I suppose, a gleeful ride in a wheelbarrow is in your wheelhouse. 😉
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Haha, this is excellent, Patrick. I’m truly grateful to you for teaching me a completely new expression. I was most definitely in my wheelhouse in there. 😀 Thank you so much!
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You are very welcome, Manja. ❤
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beautiful berries, beautiful photo… …but I better wouldn’t it eat! 🙂
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Thanks, Markus. 🙂 Very much in agreement!
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Pretty and imaginative
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Thanks, SMSW. Do you know the expression “in the wheelhouse”? I had never heard it before.
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No, I hadn’t heard of it before I read the comments you have here
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Pretty. Autumn there looks a lot like autumn here.
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Thanks, Joey. We’re autumn sisters then. 😀
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