The cyclamen sends its best wishes in a red violet way
The cyclamen sends its best wishes in a red violet way
The yellower, the better seems to be the motto in the plant world.
On a walk around the estate where I live, found this structure of the roof to an underground garage with window
Plants prepared to survive Winter
Seen in the window of a book binding business.
Daily Prompt decided to take me on yet another trip down memory lane, although to be quite honest I had no idea what “assay” was. For that we have internet and all its devices. Not that the word was completely unknown to me, but my foggy memory had to be refreshed.
It has to do with the testing of a metal or ore to determine its ingredients and quality. Metallurgy was never one of my hobbies, so I decided to return to the first contact I had with metal as a kid, which was the English penny. Every money system has it cheapest pieces, and the British was the english penny. They had existed over hundreds of years, the first appearing in 785 b.c. made of silver, but I am not giving a history lesson on its backgroud. I grew up with the english penny, something like the big one on the top at the right of the picture, They were made of copper and with usage they became very grubby and sometimes turned green. On the one side there was the head of a king, or queen, according to when the penny appeared, and on the other to my time, Britannia ruling the waves. She was shown sitting on a throne with a trident in her hand and was the british icon of victory against everyone else, driving back the waves of the sea.
The pennies I remember were a dull brown colour until one day, I decided to polish one of my pennies. I must have been about 8 years old, and with a friend we had one of those metal polishing clothes that our mum would use for brightening up metal in the home. Our pennies became unrecognisable. They gleamed, King George and Edward were shining brightly, the pennies in our possession became something to treasure. Being kids, we used out pennies to buy perhaps a “penny chew” (a sweet made of sugar) which was all you could buy for a penny. Our gleaming polished pennies were something special when we spent them in a shop, although even because of the removal of the brown dirt layer, they were still only worth a penny.
My colleague even had a King george III penny originating at the beginning of the 19th century, a remnant from the olden days, that was forgotten in the modern monetary system. That was quite something, but not valuable.
Now the British monetary system has been decimalised and the penny has become a two penny, and I am not sure if the original copper is still used. We called the original pennies coppers from the material they were made of.
Even our swiss monetary system has copper coins, the lowest valued, known as a “rappen”, but not so spectacular and special as the British penny.
What a morning. It would be so easy stop hugging my bed and wander to the kitchen to make breafast and perhaps see what the world was doing outside, but today is day of the fresh linen on the bed. I did my best but it was not best enough, and my duvet cover somehow lost the corners of the duvet. Mr. Swiss to the rescue and I moved on to other things, like sorting the laundry for the machine. Now it is all ready for the washing this evening. I generally only run the machine in the evening from 9.00 as electricity is then half price in our area. I notice that in our house you rarely hear a washing machine during the day. We all have our own private laundry rooms in the cellar, but they are only used in the evening mainly, due to the half rate in electricity.
When I eventually reached the kitchen, my next job was sorting my medicine before thinking about breakfast. I think I will now begin to rattle I tried to reduce my pain killers, but it does not work yet, although I now only take one sort instead of two. I am still on blood thinning tablets until the end of the month to avoid an embolism. This coupled with my diabetes tables, should ensure that I will survive the day and can still indulge in chocolate now and again.
Speaking of chocolate, we have discovered a new sort in our local supermarket. It is a lookalike of a Lindt chocolate known as Chocoletti, but our Migros supermarket calls them Quadretti. They are packed in little cubes and flavoured with blood orange. We prefer the dark chocolate, although you can also have them in milk chcolate. They are very good, and eaten best of all straight from the fridge.
And that would be my highlight of the day. Yesterday I even managed to clean again. I am not quite ready to do the general walkabout with the mop and pan, but I wanted to see what I could achieve. Mr. Swiss was not so happy about that, imagining all sorts of accident scenes, but I survived. I am really fed up with just sitting around and looking out of the window. It is a sad state of affairs when my only news is the latest chocolate and my medicine.
And now to move on, who knows what excitement lays in wait. Have a good day.
When a train arrives at the local station, then everything comes alive. People coming and going, just faces in the crowd.
It looks like its yellow dahlia time, although this was some time back in October. The last of the dahlias.
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