Today is a very uneven day. We are under attack from the snow, yes it has arrived. Last year it was biding its time, but punctually as always it arrived with a little foretaste on 3rd January just to make us feel uneasy. Me, no never, well just a little bit. As long as I do not have to go out in the snow, and only because I want to, at a sensible time when the roads are safe, I do not mind the snow. After lunch I ventured to the great outdoors with my camera. You do not see this sort of thing in summer, so I made the most of it. At the moment I am sitting at my desk watching through the window.
Silly Mrs. Angloswiss just ventured outside, not far, with a tape measure to see how deep it was. It began through the night some time, made a pause of an hour during the morning and now we have achieved the uneven surface at a depth of 7-8 centimetres, although I only measured it from the edge, not wanting to get my house shoes (comfortable soft Sketchers) wet. This is all a plan I am sure. There is no wind, so the snow is falling straight down, flocky. We are under attack.
This is my rosemary in my herb garden. Yesterday it was standing up straight ready to be picked for the next dish. I will now have to give it a shake before cutting a stalk to get rid of the snow. Of course this whole snow thing has a good side as well. I can take photos, which I have been doing since lunch time. The photos on this blog are live, as I took them quickly with my mobile phone camera which I can instantly upload through the Flickr app. The others will be processed later in the afternoon.
The tree in front of the window also got its fair share of the snow. Our local man has been busy with his mini snow plow, clearning the paths, although they are still too uneven for me and my cane. His snow plow makes a loud noise, which awoke me from me golden oldie midday sleep. I should now enquire if I can order a miniature tennis racket to mount on the tip of my cane to stop slipping on the uneven snow surface, although Mr. Swiss finds it would be safer if I just look behind the window. He even gets nervous when I go out on the covered porch with my camera – something about slipping and falling.
My No. 1 son just said goodbye as he is going on his usual trip to town in the afternoon. He will be walking, so he was dressed for the occasion with his thick soled winter boots and warm jacket, and his baseball hat. I thought a woolly hat would be more appropriate, but he is into baseball hats. We mothers do not understand these things I suppose.
I am now snow bound, so will watch the show from inside looking out. Thank goodness I am no longer a working woman. The snow days were the days when I hated the stuff because I had to go to work, I had a snow complex. Now I quite like it. It is like living in a scene from the TV Movie Fargo at our place (without the murders), but it is Switzerland – the country famous for cheese, alps, yodelling and yes, of course, snow.