Flower of the Day: 07.03.2017 Pansy

Pansy

It’s pansy time again here. They are the first flowers that arrive to be planted in the garden. Now is the time that our store is putting the plants outside to be admired. I saw at least 5-6 various colours and sizes of pansies, so will probably be inundating you with pansies now and again.

Flower of the Day: 07.04.2017 Pansy

Colour Your World: Cerulean

Ducks 07.03 (4)

This duck has cerulean speculum feathers. I am not expert, but found the information in wikipedia. I happened to go for a walk today with my camera to the local animal farm and saw this duck who posed for a photo. At the time I did not know we would be doing cerulean today, so it is probably fate.

Colour Your World: Cerulean

Daily Prompt: I no longer ruminate

Cows in Feldbrunnen

If I told this cow to stop ruminating he would look at me as if I was mad. If a cow cannot ruminate, he has no purpose in his bovine life. He likes to dwell on his meals, they bring back tasty memories.

Some humans are always ruminating, working it all out, trying to solve the problems that life throws at us.

I remember my working days, exporting stuff all over the world was not easy at the time, because my job meant doing it from the beginning to the end and following it step by step, making no mistakes. Problems often occurred and you took them home with you and perhaps ruminated during the evening on how to solve them, or what would happen if they could not be solved. I discovered you either forgot them and hope no-one noticed or you constantly turned them over in your mind. The funny thing was that when you returned to the office the next morning, you just carried on as usual, and discovered that the end of the world was not nigh, and the problems seemed to have disappeared during the night. However, these were not permanent problems.

I am now retired since 8 years, and all the problems from my working days have disappeared. Things change and who cares what I did in an office so many years ago. There have been many occupying my seat since, and the work has now been refined. There is no longer someone doing it from the beginning to the end and carrying responsibility. That job and the responsibility, which I was quite proud of at the time, has now become a conveyer belt, and there is no one person doing it all, but many people all doing it bit by bit. I do not know how it works, and quite honestly I do not care. It is no longer my responsibility, but that is a paid job.

On the private side of life, you ruminate about problems in connection with the family, the children, illnesses, but that is life. I spent at least 20 years ruminating about my father. He was on his own, and growing older. I had to ruminate about moving him from his home, which was no longer safe for him, having to climb stairs to the bedroom and toilet. I contacted the local government care and the wheels began to turn, slowly but surely. I was in Switzerland, dad was in England, but today we have e-mails and telephones and it worked. Dad was moved to a care home with his own appartment and people to look after him at the age of 9o. However, my ruminations were not complete. Dad could no longer walk without assistance, and now and again he would have a fall. Telephone from England to tell me not to worry, but he would be in hospital for a couple of days. Dad recovered and I was relieved, knowing that any day it could repeat itself, which it did. I no longer ruminated, I had a damocles sword hanging over my head. I visited dad every year. Of course I noticed that he was aging, but we could still hold conversations and he would still read the newspaper, or even solve crosswords.

I was in England to celebrate his 100th birthday with him. I returned home, but was not relaxed. I knew one day I would be faced with the final problem. Dad passed away last year.

Today I am 70 years old, and no longer ruminate so much. Life has taught me that there will always be problems, I will become a problem myself one day, but at the moment I take things as they come.


Daily Prompt: I no longer ruminate

Good Morning

Crows 06.03 (5)

Mr. or Mrs. Crow says good morning as she or he gathers the breakfast. I thought this might be a female. Your can tell the difference in the blackbirds by the yellow beak and the females are not really black, more brownish with a few spots. Crows all look the same. Some are bigger. We have one that visits every morning, the first one. He struts around as if he owns the place and always has first pickins, so I assume he is the leader of the pack. I decided to discover more and had a look in Internet. From what I read only a detailed examination of the crow would show male or female. As crows do not usually allow humans to pick them up and make a detailed examination, they keep their secrets for themselves and we will never know.

Sedum

I should really now chop the remains of my sedum. I leave it during the Winter as I find it a pretty arrangement in the landscape, but now I noticed the fresh new leaves are appearing on the ground, and it disurbs a clear view of the crows when they make their landing and flying manoevres. It also interferes with the camera because their feeding place on the lawn is in a direct line behind the sedum.

Yesterday’s weather forecast predicted snow for today, but no snow, just rain. Yesterday it only rained once, all day, and today does not look much better. Yesterday did not bother me so much as I had no great plans, but since last week I have not been on a safari in the area, but cooped up at home. I must be developing some sort of panic phobia about it, but do not know what it is called – something like a convent complex.

This morning is the morning of bathroom cleaning: not my favourite job, but there comes a time when these things have to be done and what else am I to do. I cannot just sit on the computer all morning, after all I am not a computer addict, I just love my computer(s). So I wil be busy polishing the tiles and the taps and feeling reassured as a domestic fairy. This afternoon I would love to go places and take photos, but not in this dreary rainy weather.

I noticed that Trump is no longer the favourite of Facebook rants, which is a shame. I loved to read what his latest deed is, it keeps me up with the real news as opposed to the fake news, but wait, he is now convinced he is being followed by the secret service, the former president being behind it all of course. What a life, how terrible to be followed everywhere, it could lead to a persecution complex. One thing disappoints me. I read constantly that he tends to wear his bath robe when at home in his private appartment, and I am still waiting for the photo to prove it. I mean it could be fake news.

I have come to the conclusion that Swiss politics are boring. We have elections for new representatives of the parliament in a few weeks, but I am sure they will not be as exciting. I have not even heard the cry “Switzerland first”, it would be a good slogan.

And now there are things to do and places to go like a bathroom. The sparrows are gathering outside in the garden and having a lively discussion about who gets the remaining bread after the crows have left. I noticed my crocus still exist, although looking quite wet and bedraggled.

Have a nice day everyone, and if you are bored just look in and you will noticed that there are people, like me, that are even more bored that they have to begin the day with their computer hoping that the good morning words will be heard to the furthest countries, like perhaps Azerbaijan or Patagonia – you never know.

Crocus