Flower of the Day:03.08.2016 Origano

Origano 03.08 (2)

Not so spectacular and basically it should not really flower as the origano scent is stronger and better before it flowers. I do not use it as much as I should, but there is always enough in my herb bed. I might toss a bunch into the spaghetti sauce. The fine stalks growing next to it is not grass, but chives, another herb which I do not allow to flower.

Flower of the Day: 03.08.2016 Origano

Daily Prompt: Just musing along

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This is one of those prompts where you really do not know where to go when  you begin to write. I decided one of my thoughtful poses would be suitable. This photo was taken in 2012, when I was young and lovely. Well I was younger than today and lovely is a matter of taste. I was probably musing about what to write.

“I think you are confusing musing with meditating.”

“Do not break my line of thought. They both begin with the letter “M”, so what’s the difference.”

“Meditation is when you drift to another dimension, and your brain is empties itself of all diversions. You concentrate on a certain aspect and remain there, viewing it from different angles. You transform your mind from negative to positive, from disturbed to peaceful, from unhappy to happy.”

“Ah, the great philospher. I am always thinking positive, I am peaceful and am very happy when not disturbed. And musing is the same.”

“No, not really, musing is when you are sunk in a period of reflection or thought.”

“Ok, so I am meditating about musing. I am concentrating on what to write and simulataneously musing. Let’s leave the meditation on one side. If I meditate I have do concentrate too much. So let me muse about what to write. I was musing in bed after lunch thinking about what to do today and I feel asleep. So I stopped musing, and even meditating. When I awoke I looked at my daily prompt subject and decided to clean the shower first of all.”

“Did that help?”

“Well I was glad to do the job, the shower is now clean, but we had all that last week on Wednesday. I even took a photo of the clean shower last Wednesday. And now I am at the computer and musing about what to write, so the shower cleaning did not help.”

Tomatoes“What are those tomatoes doing on the table outside?”

“Why?”

“Just musing, I thought they belonged in the kitchen.”

“I wanted them to get more red.”

“Aah, you was musing about their colour?”

“No, not at all. I thought your were the one doing the musing.”

“I just do not feel like musing this afternoon, it is too hot, the sun is shining. Although they do make a nice colourful photo with the basil plant in the background.

I think I will now finish this blog. I does not seem to be leading anywhere.”

musing“Did you just take a photo of me?”

“Yes, it fitted the theme, you were musing.”

“I was not musing, I was busy concentrating.”

“But it fills up another paragraph. I only had 400 words to read, and now I will definitely have 500 when I am finished.”

There were apparently ladies that were known as muses, but they seemed to appear in the world of literature, science and the arts. Of course I also appear in this world. I read books, and write blogs so perhaps I am a muse of the computer. I will become famous in future generations, I will be the first muse known by the name of Angloswissiope.  I will inspire people to blog and to like and make comments. Science and the arts are not so much my thing, unless photography and cooking counts.

And now to muse further, I have a feline waiting to write all about his musing, and she muses most of the time. She holds a record for musing when sleeping.

Daily Prompt: Just Musing Along

Good Morning

rose

Yesterday was such a dismal, dull day, I needed something to brighten up my morning. Mr. Swiss was busy spraying the garden and I did a tour of inspection and found one of the last roses of summer, still flowering. It is a climbing rose, so I let it climb on a wall. Roses always look their best when they have water drops on them – from the hose.

Yesterday was greyer than grey. It was also colder, which lead me to wear a short armed t-shirt over my summer top. It was also a day of cleaning. I do not know why I decided on Tuesday as the main cleaning day, but by late afternoon my bathroom, doors and kitchen were again gleaming.

Today I am allowed out again. I have not seen the outside world since last Friday and have been imprisoned in my appartment and garden, although I felt no longing to mix with people. I began to write a shopping list, because something came to my attention that I should write down lest I forget it. The problem was I had already forgotten what it was when I was ready to begin my list. One of the problems of becoming a golden oldie.

Shopping listJust a moment, Mr. Swiss to the rescue.

“I already wrote a list.”

“Where?”, sort of erroneously thinking he could beam it over to my phone. This was not the case. He still believes in the written style of things. However, undaunted I found the list pinned onto the kitchen wall and begann to read. First of all it was in German which is actually not a big problem for me, but when it is handwritten it can become complicated. It seems that Pat (me) needs jam, our toilet items are now running out and we need coffee and small tomatoes. Everything is possible, but I am still not sure if he has included what I wanted to buy and fogot what it was. I had a problem with the first item as HH Papier (HH paper) was an unknown abbreviation to me, but it has now been explained. It is Haushaltspapier (household paper – he means that roll of paper we use for everything hanging in the kitchen). Yes, shopping lists are written in a secret language. At least I can read his handwriting which is very good, as I cannot read my own.

Oh, WordPress has now returned. I was convinced it had disowned me. I am accustomed to my telephone sending messages continuously from WordPress showing who has liked, who has commented. Mr. Swiss often complains about the noise signals that sound continuously, because I usually have it on full volume. During the night I put it on flight mode, as I do not want my sleep to be disturbed. I have the phone next to my bed as it also serves as a light to lead my way for any noctural expeditions I have to undertake when nature calls. I did not switch it off yesterday, because nothing was happening, it had lost its WordPress voice. It was obviously a WordPress problem, because everything else was working on my phone.

This morning I had checked my iPad in the early morning for any new events, and was afterwards quietly dozing thinking I should actually be leaving my bed and my telephone sent me a signal, a familiar WordPress signal. I took a glance, and yes, it is alive again. I am connected. I did register a complaint with WordPress which they seemed to ignore. Now things are back to normal and as I walk through the shelves in the supermarket my telephone will be sending its messages as usual.

I must go, my daily boring life of a housewife is calling. Who knows what might happen today, remember the postman only rings twice and we might be out when he comes. Enjoy your day or night as it may be and see you some time this afternoon/morning, when we are back online. The Windows update has not yet arrived, but I can always use my Apple computer as an alternative.