For the first time in a few weeks the sunrise presented a good view of the sky. I even managed to capture two crows on their way to wherever crows go in the morning. I suspect they had spotted the food in our garden and decided to collect a few samples for later. Our skies have been permanently grey for some time, but we are now getting actual real sunrises, although the night temperature was still approximately -7°C. It can only get warmer. I prefer the colder temperatures, I seem to have less aches and pains and it encourages me to get moving more.
The trees have lost their frosty coats and now waiting for the leaves to appear, although that will be a about 1-2 months. Every season has its beauty and I find the silhouttes of the leafless trees a wonderful painting.
Yesterday was a day of shopping for the week-end. We had everything planned down to the last mushroom, at least that is what I thought. As we filled up the shopping trolley with the tropies, I struck the items off our cloud list on the telephone. I was not so movable yesterday, but Mr. Swiss was springing around in the supermarket like a spring lamb and gathering all the goodies. It was then in my euphoria that I struck the word “mushrooms” from my list, twice. I needed them for yesterday evening and for the pizza today. This was a mistake as when we arrived home we barely had enough for the evening meal. However, we afterwards discovered it was enough. We also fogot the frozen french fries, but I found two half bags in the freezer so we were saved. Even making lists needs the human factor.
If you find life boring in the supermarket when waiting to pay, then take a photo, something for the grandchildren one day. Note the super pack of paper handkerchiefs on the left beneath the rolls of kitchen paper. They had a special offer for three packs together, which we were very glad about, both of us sneezing and coughing in unison at the moment.
Today is Saturday, so I will be taking a relaxing morning at home, a little bit of cleaning, a little bit of ironing and a little bit of cooking. Mr. Swiss will be on a safari in town to buy the mushrooms we forgot and anything else we might need. He prefers town to the supermarket on Saturday, less stress. It is market morning on Saturday in town with all the various stalls. I remember my mother-in-law who loved the Saturday morning market. It was a social event on her calendar. She would dress for the action and enjoy every moment spent on that market, meeting various colleagues and examining the goods on the stalls.
Time to go, I have other things to do. Cannot sit on a computer all day, now can I, or?