Not such a good quality photo of a tree, but it was before breakfast. I wanted to take a photo of the tree, and still being dressed in my nightdress, I did not exactly want to present myself to our complete estate, although it is my favourite nightdress: the pale blue one with the cat on the front.
This tree belongs to the dogwood family and I was astonished to discover that there are also dogwood trees in Switzerland, as I though they were natives of the states. It seems in America people are always showing their dogwoods and talking about them. Now we too have a dogwood in Switzerland, and this particuilar dogwood is native to Europe.
This tree has been growing in this place for at least 15 years, but I only noticed it yesterday. I was on a photo safari and wandered a little further than usual, although not very far. It was at the end of a row of trees that separate us (my apparment blocks) from the rest on the other side.
Taking a closer look at this tree I noticed it had some fruit, no a lot of fruit. These strange berries were hanging from the tree, some already fallen to the ground, looking like an elongated cherry: more food for my camera. When I returned home my first action was to Wikipedia the discovery. It seems that this tree is a Cornelian Cherry Tree and you can even eat the berries as well as drink them, being rich in vitamin C. They are quite well known in Eastern European countries, even as far as Iran. It seems they are at their best when they fall from the tree, and each berry has a long stone.
I will not be gathering them to eat or drink, as I am a little sensitive to fruit at the moment, with the exception of a daily banana, and who knows what effect they can have. It is often surprising what is growing at your front door and for years you ignore it.
Today is a day of nothing special, although I have a physio therapy session this afternoon, but no big deal: no weight lifting, or headstands, it is all geared to golden oldie abilities. I think the idea is to get the feeling back to a few body parts which have gone a bit numb over the years, the feet in particular.
Yesterday I even ventured out in the surrounding village to see how work is progressing on our road communication system. It seems that the road surface now exists on both sides again, although only one side can be navigated. We were going to stop off at the local village restaurant for a drink as the sun was beating down. Unfortunately the local restaurant seemed to be having a siesta until 5.00 in the evening so we returned home.
It is now time to go into action and take a walk around home with a few industrial cleaning appliances. Morning temperatures are quite pleasant at the moment, everything cooling down during the night. Only in the afternooon are we getting the concentrated heat of the sun.
Have a good one, relax and take it easy. For the non golden-oldies and workers it will soon be week-end again.