Flower of the Day: 05.08.2016 Chrysanthemum

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Chrysanthemum time is slowly arriving and I needed something on my outside table to replace my potted rose (which I have now transferred to the garden). I quite like chysanthemum. They flower for some time and add a splash of colour to a garden preparing to slow down. This will also be transplanted into the garden when finished, hoping they will survive until next year.

Flower of the Day: 05.08.2016 Chrysanthemum

Photo Challenge: Morning

breakfasr & computer time

On the 20th March 2016 the morning looked no different to another morning, except the outside view reflected the beginning of Spring. It must have been a dismal morning, as the light was switched on in the kitchen. So what do we see? Yes, it is a frugal breakfast. Just a slice of bread and jam and a cup of tea, without sugar or milk, stirred to make sure the flavour of the tea bag explodes in the cup. If you look carefully you can even see the tablet that I was then taking on the table next to the bread. The computer is waiting for the first work of the day and I had just warmed it up. I also have an Apple computer, but that is generally reserved for the afternoon and quick starts in between, if necessary.

Morning is not a special event at my home. Just warming up for the daily chores and checking what happened during the night  in my online world.

Photo Challenge: Morning

Daily Prompt: Do not praise too quickly, you never know what lies behind it.

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That is a praiseworthy sky, although someone up there seems to be having an agument: the orange against the black.

“Let’s have a good storm, one of those that hit the headlines on the earth. Something to talk about for the next few thousand years.”

“No, won’t work. It has all been done before. Remember, Noah was the guy. All that looked out of it was a movie and  they even got that all wrong.”

“If they had used real animals it would have worked, but it was all done by visual effects.”

“You mean it wasn’t real. Now that’s a disappointment and I so enjoyed watching that one. So what we going to do with those clouds. It took me at least a few hours to get it all together. My paint box has no orange left.”

“Ask her down there.”

“You mean the one painting the flowers.”

“Yeah, she has all sorts of colours, sometimes she mixes her own.*

“Hey, you.”

“Who me.”

“Got any orange left. I have a cloud problem.*

“No, my orange is not for clouds. I need it for fruit and flowers and if you are painting orange clouds, it means no rain. I can give you some grey, even black or some white streaks to make it a real wet occasion.”

“But the colours might wash out of your flowers”

“No way, my flower colours are permanent, they just fade a bit when the flowers think about making seeds. And my flowers appreciate a real dark storm, it makes them grow.”

“Did you hear what she said? Forget the orange, just do it in black and 50 shades of grey.”

“See you have been watching too many movies. We don’t do 50 shades of anything, one shade coupled with the black will do the job.”

“What about the white streaks, just a bit jagged to make it all more spectacular?”

“Ok, where’s the guy with the sound effects?”

“Hey wake up, and put your cocunut shells into action.”

“You mean the four horsement of the apolocalypse are putting their act together again.”

“No, of course not. That was after the famines, wars and conquests, after the dead had to help out in clearing it all away. You are getting mixed up. We now have quiet days, just the normal storm now and again coupled with some deluge.”

“No parting of the sea?”

“No, definitely not.”

“But that was fun, a real work of noise. The sucking sound as it drew back across the sand and afterwards, just when they were in the middle of it all, I let it all return, making a real solid crashing noise.”

“Just do some cracks,  count up to five and then some loud bangs.”

“Can’t I do it all at once.”

“No, it does not work that way. They like to count between the cracks and the bangs. They are convinced it tells them how long it will take until it is over.”

“Want some hailstones as well, just to make it look good?”

“Why not? but not the golf ball sized ones, just the small neat stones that melt in a minute.The boss likes it to be nicely organised, and not big puddles everywhere that make his feet wet, although he can sometimes walk through it. He doesn’t want any problems with them down there.”

“Can I go back to sleep now, just did a few explosions to keep everyone happy.”

“I suppose so, the jobs done now but I wish I could have had more orange for those clouds.”

“Forget it.”

“Oh, hello boss, it would look so friendly and nice.”

“No, definitely not. Orange is only an exception for clouds. The lady down there is in charge of the orange, in the flower department. If I didn’t keep an eye on you lot, no telling what would happen. And my feet are wet, looks like he overdid it again with the hailstones and no, I do not walk through water, only on it, understand?

I suppose I will have to do a rainbow somewhere to keep everyone happy. Where is my rainbow paintbox?”

Daily Prompt: Do not praise too quickly, you never know what lies behind it

Good Morning


My special hibiscus opened another bud today. When I saw them in the supermarket garden center, I knew I must have it. It was something completely different. My normal hibiscus bush in the garden has many flowers, but they only last a day, if at all, before they wilt and die. This one takes at least 2-3 days to open and then remains for a few days to give plenty of opporunity to take a photo. They are obviously a special breed. The normal hibiscus survives our strong Winters in the garden, but I am not sure about this one. I would like to plant it in the garden when it has finished flowering, but do not know if it will survive. The lady at the supermarket said it would, but ladies in the supermarket are not botanists.

Bed of rosesI decided to do some organising in the garden yesterday morming, although I realised that garden work is not longer my thing, but there are tasks you have to do now and again. I had four rose plants in pots for my garden table arrangements. They are special smaller roses, but if you plant them in the garden when they have finished flowering, they grow like their big brothers. I have done this often, but they usually disappeared after a while, as I had not found a good place for them. I now cleared a space on one of my beds, as the Sweet William I had there was degenerating and it was being taken over by some sort of unknown creeping plant with silly yellow flowers.

First of all I had to clear this invading weed away which needed strength and determination. It fought all the way, trying to strangle me with its etnernally twining creeping stalks. I could swear it could breath and screamed when I  began to pull at it. My determination was there, but the strength not so much. However, armed with my special garden instruments I began. Now and again I had to bend and remove the said weed manually which is quite risky, it tried to strangle me. Bending is always possible, but returning in the upright position is difficuilt. Eventually I was ready for the big planting operation. The top soil was quite loose, but beneath I had hit something similar to rock. However, I soaked the earth (and Mr. Swiss because he was in the way) with water to soften it. Eventually I succeeded, planted my roses (the four plants at the front) and topped it up with fresh earth. I then did a rain making dance and some chants to go with it and yes, it rained all night. What could be better. You just have to believe in these things.

Everything going well, I should not have 4 new rose bushes, and plan to plant my monster, super hibiscus behind them as the cherry on the cake.

It is Friday, today I feel better than yesterday and so will fight the good shopping fight this morning to collect food for the week-end. This afternoon will visit the doc as I have a few things to tell her, although Mr. Swiss finds the idea is that she tells me things.

I will be back after collecting more life’s experiences mixing with the general public in the supermarket. Have fun, it will soon be the week-end for those that still belong to the official work-force. I still belong, but it is now an unpaid job.