Will save you from the six-page essay I'd like to write right now about why this feels like home.
Suffice it to say that my family (see: Maine foxes, below) lived in Germany for the first half of the seventies. And Ravensburger (above) was an integral part of everything.
This morning, while taking note (again) of the brilliant eye of Paul K. (creator of sumptuous BibliOdyssey), saw that he has linked to a German illustrator (Patrick Wirbeleit) whom I can't wait to find out more about.
And, thankfully, Patrick has, also, a sweet blog. With Ravensburger milch cows und a barn and a field and a house and... Goodbye. I am off to check out Illuopa. Guten Tag and all that (yep. I took German I & II about six times. Would that I were a linguist, but I, sadly, am not).