Flower of the Day: 27.12.2016 Orchid

Orchid

This was one of those single orchids in the store, really something special.Since 23.12.2017 I have not left the home, Mr.Swiss did it all for me in between, but there was not a lot to buy. Tomorrow I will again venture into the unknown with my camera and see what the flower world in my supermarket has to offer. I am running out of flowers, although there are still a few roses waiting for an appearance. 🙂

Flower of the Day: 27.12.2016 Orchid

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Duck Duck Goose

Geese 27.11 (1)

Goosey Goosey Gander where shall I wander,
Upstairs, downstairs and in my lady’s chamber
There I met an old man who wouldn’t say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg and threw him down the stairs.

Close up of duck family taking a walk
This family were taking a walk across our lawn.

Ducks on the River Aar

A pair of mallard ducks, the lady in brown and the man with a blue head, although they usually have green heads. Living next to a river, there are always ducks around.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Duck Duck Goose

One Word Photo Challenge: Dolphin

Swans and Ducks on the river Aar 21.04.2016 (35)

The trouble with the dolphins is they lost their way to Switzerland. They managed the Atlantic Ocean and even swam through the english channel. Instead of swimming up the river Rhine, they went south, because it was warmer, and decided to settle in the Mediteranean and no-one has seen them since. Although they say if you look carefully in the River Aar in Switzerland, you might see the last dolphin, Rumour has it that it was a meal for the ducks and swans. In other words let’s for get the whole thing, there are no dolphins in Switzerland.

One Word Photo Challenge: Dolphin

Daily Prompt: Housework Ovation

Cleaning kitchen

I told everyone about it, I sent messages, hung up posters in the local supermarket spread the word to my friends, and the only one that turned up was Tabby, my feline and she was only waiting for me to let her in. Ok, I know cleaning the kitchen is not the event of the year. It is the event of the week for me. Of course my kitchen is clean, but only because the deep cleaning show takes place on Tuesday afternoon. I could do it in the morning, but that is the bathroom spectacular and I have to prepare the stage again in the afternoon for the kitchen. Only one spectator arrived. My other main supporter had a dotor’s appointment and so I cleared the stage.

Cleaning kitchen

close up kitchenI know it was not a première, but I had enough training to ensure that it would not be a flop. The actors were all sitting on the table waiting for it to begin. “Me first” said the kitchen machine, and so I brought her up to a super polished surface, where I could se my reflection. She was so happy, again to be the star of the show, ready for action. I now had to think things over. Everything was in its place on the table top, and my cleaning cloths were ready for action. The ladder was waiting, knowing that I could not ignore climbing to reach the high places. It was then that I heard a call from a sponge “I need water and cleaning liquid. Yes, he was right, I should give him a purpose in his absorbant life and so I filled the sink with hot water, added a splash of my super nano technology cleaning solution, Ha-Ra, complete with the special glove to spread it on the surfaces. My special micro fibre cloth was ready to wipe everything clean. What more could I need.?

Cleaning kitchen

In the meanwhile the cupboard doors and various surfaces were quivering with excitement. Where should I begin to achieve the pefect show. I began on one side of the kitchen and after half an hour it was finished. Everything was removed from the table and placed where it belonged. I heard a murmer of thanks and the various objects, which were now clean and shiny, began to quiver with delight: an echo of satisfaction spread through the kitchen.

I was completely exhausted. As I placed the ladder in the cleaning chamber, it murmered “see you again, same place same time” and I felt a wave of satifaction through my body. I returned to the kitchen, and was blinded with the reflections from the sun shining through the window. I was happy and so was my kitchen. I had to stand and take a bow, as the kitchen smiled and clapped in appreciation of my efforts. It was a standing ovation.

And then I awoke (I know I also hate those stories where it was all a dream). I was miserable, another Tuesday afternoon and clean the kitchen. Why do I do this to myself? It was then I felt a tug on my apron:

“Come on, time for a clean up” and the cleaning glove lead the way to the kitchen sink.

Daily Prompt: Housework Ovation

Good Morning

Dog

So there I was sitting at the kitchen table working through the nightly events on the computer when Mr. Swiss appeared in the kitchen and said “Where does that dog come from, he is eating the bread you put out for the birds”, so I looked out of the window and see that great black beast devouring all the bread. What do you do? You take a quick photo with your mobile phone to capture the event, although in the meanwhile it continued to eat all the bread.

The crows and magpies had not yet arrived and although bread is not supposed to be a bird friendly meal because it contains salt, they still like it and are getting fatter. The sparrows and tits just munch on in the birdhouse and ignore the dog.  Someone was taking a walk with her dog, not on the lead, on the bordering path and decided to let Fido have a roam. I like dogs, I really have nothing against a dog taking a walk between my territory and the next, but we do not distribute bread remainders in the morning to feed the dogs. It seems it was not fussy and ate almost everything. After the photo session I decided it was time for him to go, so clapped my hands and off he went. He left three pieces of bread. Luckily I found a piece of remaining toast bread, the end piece which no-one would eat in any case, and so I quickly rescued the situation by cutting it into beak sized pieces. The first two crows have arrived in the meanwhile and the situation is rescued.

Sorry that the photo of dog is not so clear, but I really did not want to disturb him. And now the neighbour’s feline is taking a walk through the garden, but she is not into bread, just a drink of water in the bowl outside.This is a real action situation here, I must write to David Attenborough and inform him that I have good material for his next television film.

Today is back to normal, no Christmas dinners, no planning, and no Chrismas stress. I am left with a normal daily cleaning routine and as it is Tuesday I will attack the bathroom and kitchen, but it has almost now become a holiday, something completely different. Life is back to normal. Must be a golden oldie symptom when we prefer to have no unexpected excitements.

Morning

I was actually going to begin this piece of unforgettable prose with the photo from my porch/deck. It was a misty morning this morning, no striking unforgettable sunrises, because the sun was still searching for a path through the fog. However in the meanwhile the mist is clearing and the sun is thinking about it.

And now to move on, there are things to be done and I cannot sit on the computer all morning. I suppose I could write a few messages in Facebook, but the photos and explnations of the Chrismas celebrations have now made room for family groups – the more the merrier. We used to keep our memories in albums, keep them to show friends and family when they visited, but now the thrill has gone. Just bring them on Facebook, millions can admire them. I often wonder if the victims on the photos really want this sort of thing. There are many grandmothers and golden oldies that seem to be posing under threat – not because they want to, but because they have to.

Ok, miserable me being cynical again – one of my hobbies.

Have fun everyone, Chrismas has gone, so make the most of your free relaxing time. Go to the shops, you will find a completely different atmosphere. People will have time to talek with you, they can choose what they want, there will be no Christmas shopping to do, just the normal hamburgers and frites with some veg in between, and there will be enough bread to go round – you will not have to fight for the last loaf – it will be yours to choose. Oh, how I will miss the Christmas rush.

Blue Tit

Even the blue tit has finished his breakfast opposite my kitchen window.