The first to flower in the garden, although now it has been joined by many more.
The first to flower in the garden, although now it has been joined by many more.
Idyllic is when you have a job, you earn money, and you can afford to eat, to live somewhere, and to pay your rent and sickness insurance. Of course if you have a nice garden with all the gifts nature can show you, the ideal situation is even more idyllic. If you live in a place where nature say goodnight and good morning, where there is no war, and where you have an authority that you have chosen by vote of the people, then the idyllic situation is even more enhanced.
I am lucky enough to have all of this. Perhaps my health situation is no longer what it was, I have a wheelchair to go places if necessary. I also have good treatment for my condition, but I still count myself lucky to be independent enough to live comfortably. Nothing is perfect, but we can make the most of what we have.
All there is to be said is people, do not play with it. Somewhere, somehow we have a new enemy, a microbe, a threat to our health. Take care, follow the instructions to lead to the right path and one day this will also be overcome.
There he is, one of the masters of gliding, a red kite. In my earlier more active days we went on a trip up the nearby mountain. It was the first time I could see them in their full mobility, gliding through the air with no problem. They were really poetry in motion.
Humans can try to copy their ability to conquer the air currents, but we still look a little clumsy with our parachutes and bundle hanging below. The kite just takes off, but we travel a few kilometres and take the mountain cable car until we reach a height good enough to take off. First of all we have to wear the right clothing and unpack our flying apparatus. Then it is a run and jump from the height. The kite, he is just laughing and takes off, climbing higher and higher making circles in the air until he can look down on us all.
There are always umbrellas ready in our town for the restaurants, but mainly as shelter from the sun.
We have a so-called restaurant mile along the bank of the River Aare. During the lockdown the restaurants and umbrellas all disappeared, but since the better days (not perfect) of the coronavirus visits, the umbrellas have returned and so have the restaurants.
We even cover our very few palm trees with their own umbrella during the cooler months.
I saw these plants on the stairs to one of the town houses as I was passing through this afternoon and found it quite a harmonius arrangement.
What a wonderful morning! and with an exclamation mark: blue sky, a fluffy cloud wafting past and the buddleia is now in full bloom ion my garden. Everything seems to be happening so fast this summer. I have not seen such colour in my garden from the flowers for a long time. Last year it was too hot and most flowers got burnt in the bud. This year we have pure sunshine and a regular rain which keeps it all nice and fresh and clean.
Even the bees are making the most of plant life and are filling their pollen sacks on their legs. This one decided to enjoy what my hosta flower had to offer.
I sauntered through town yesterday afternoon. Had a few items to get and also had a look around to see what was on offer for my camera. This time I also took my DSLR camera with the zoom lens as I did not have a lot to buy, just one bag full, and I gave it to the collectors to bring home for me. I had room in my bag for the Nikon camera. I wanted to see if I could get a better photo of our visiting storks that live on the chimney of our concert hall during the summer, and they were there. This time it seems that mum and dad were enjoying the view. Perhaps No. 1 baby was deeper in the nest, or was trying out its wings in the area.This chimney is just on the edge of town, so they have a perfect view of everything.
I also had a look at our new development in the passage under the road on my way to town to see how the new store was getting on. It is not really a store, but one of the items included in the town’s 200 sponsored items by our art society. It is all in white.
I particularly like the seal baby hanging from the shelf.
The small alleys in town were looking as charming as always. There are always people taking a stroll to enjoy the town. The main traffic we have apart from pedestrians, are bikes and perhaps a car now and again, but they are few and far between.
This is the street opposite the supermarket, and even here it is left to itself. I remember many years ago when it was a through road, although narrow, with traffic and I used to park my car there when shopping early morning before making my way to the office, but this is now only a memory. They removed the road and transformed it into a pedestrian zone, Now there are only a few parking spaces. I find it an improvement and we really do not have problems with the traffic smells.
Perhaps a taxi bringing people to their hotel, or business people visiting their shops circulate in the core of the town.. Even the outside roads where the stores are have very little traffic. We Solothurn people seem to be left to our own devices.
It is now Sunday morning and I should now move on. Yes, the sunflower field is still there and every day when I pass by I just have to take a photo. Yesterday the clouds hovering above the Jura mountains made a nice cover to it all.
Have a good Sunday, may the sun shine on you and relax. I know I will. Even lunch is easy cooking today: steak and french fries/chips and a veg – what could be better?
It is a first time for me in my garden with sea holly. It began to grow last year, and I did not really know what it was. This year it developed its first flowers and I must say I like it. It began with these clusters which were grey, but with time the blue colour intensified. I do not think very much more will happen, but this is enough: a pleasant contrast.
I decided to make chilli con carne for the evening meal. I have a penchant, actually the whole family has the same penchant, to prepare a cooked meal on Saturday evening.: perhaps pasta, something with pastry, or a chilli con carne. I also have a penchant with my chilli to use the same ingredients because we all like them. However, I did not consider my new store in town which has good choices, but not the same as the super store where I did my shopping when I had a car.
I/we like peppers in our chilli with various colours: red, yellow and orange and of course green. I forgot the green pepper so this was one of the reasons I went into town this afternoon. This store had only green peppers together with red. Luckily it was the cheaper sort so I now have three peppers to use after using the green one. Then there was the problem of the little hot sharp chilli that I usually cook with my mixture. This other store does not have them in their choice, so I added an extra helping of chilli pepper. It was not the same thing, but better than nothing. And then there was the bean problem. I could get my little red Indian beans with no problem, but we also like the big white kidney beans and this store does not have them in their choice. Luckily I had a tin in my cellar stock, so the day was saved.
Penchants as a routine are not such a problem, but others tend to make the problems. Next week I will be making my monthly online order from the store and I will be ordering about 10 tins of the white beans just to be sure.
I was approaching my place on my way home from town, seated comfortably in my wheelchair and suddenly one of the neighbour’s cats crossed my path. He saw me and froze in his paw tracks: long enough for me to take a picture.
This seemed to make him even more inquisitive. A two legged cat sitting in a moving chair with a strange object in her hands. He did not take his yellow eyes from me. As I moved forward the cat turned and walked in the direction I was taking. It suddenly stopped again and turned to see what I was doing. Eventually it made off home across the path. I wonder if my cat Tabby had left a message for this cat to keep an eye on me. Tabby left us a couple of days ago for her 10th life.
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