All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?
And the Wild Garlic prize goes to …… WordPress. Why? because it often has a strong smell, daily, annually. It scares regular customers away with its re-occurring subjects which sometimes are not an invite to partake. Perhaps it is because there are regular customers, like myself, that used to look forward to new suggestions for writing a blog, but why invent something new when old is just as good. Let us do it the cheap way.
I took the shot on a walk along the river bank. You know what it is immediately, it just stinks. There is a forest up on a nearby mountain known as Balmberg, and every Spring there is a garlic cloud hovering over the forest. We call it “Bärlauch” and in Spring you can cut the leaves, cook them and mix them in food, something like garlic. There is only a certain time of the year you can do this, they turn poisonous afterwards. They even produce a sausage containing wild garlic from local growth.
On the other hand who needs an internet government, why should we again make laws and do’s and don’ts to organise everything. Chaos is King on the Internet and so it should be. There are many little worlds existing side by side, each of its leaders striving for power. All the world’s countries do not even allow Internet in some cases. This has something to do with free speech, which can still be a foreign word in various languages.
So that will do. I do not want to become King of the Iternet, President or Prime Minister I do not have the time, I prefer to do my blooggy thing daily and if I get no satisfaction from the Daily Prompt (sorry for the copyright infringement Rolling Stones) I go elsewhere.
A wonder has just occurred next to my computer outside on the patio. A green flower chafer, sort of large flying beetle with shiny green wings, visited one of the tulips I have on the table in a vase. Yes someone loved me on mother’s day and No. 2 son and future daughter-in-law paid a visit. The tulips were hand picked. I broke up my blog writing to take a closer look and a few photos. Photos follow I have to upload them but, to my astonishment the red tulip contained not just one chafer but two of a its kind.
“What do you think, of course there are two of us, it is Spring, time to maintain the species.”
“Who said that?”
“The green flower chafer you were chasing with your DSLR camera to get your shot of the month. Move over Mavis, we are going to have our photo taken together.”
“Oh, how lovely Fred. Make sure your wings are nice and shiny.”
“Just a moment, there are two of you in the tulip.”
“Of course, where Mavis goes, I go as well, at least this year. Next year who knows. Mavis will soon be busy depositing our babies in the ground. Oh yes, we have lovely babies, nice and white and curly.”
And then the two flower chafers (we call them Rose beetles) posed for their photo, although Mavis seemed to be busy doing something in the tulip.
“Finished Mrs Angloswiss? We should go. After all we are on our honeymoon.”
And they both flew off, wing in wing waving with their legs. That is Internet, reporting the things that are happening now and not what happened 2-3 years ago – listening daily prompt? Of course not, they are busy choosing what to repeat tomorrow.