Good Morning

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Daffodils everywhere in the garden at the moment. Must be Spring. It also seems that Easter is just around the corner, although according to the supermarket it was beginning after our carnival season at the end of February. The shelves are full of chocolate bunnies and eggs.

When the kids were kids I remember colouring our own hen’s eggs and hiding self made “nests” in the appartment full of chocolate goodies that they would search for – and find – on Easter Sunday morning. The stress days of Easter are now gone, and everyone does their own thing, which for me is very little. I do not mind a chocolate bunny, or an easter egg full of chocolate, but my taste has got refined over the years. I prefer the “special” chocolates from the best shops  and bunnies have to be the black chocolate. I am a Chrstmas grinch and probably an easter grinch as well. The only contribution to Easter from me will probably be a walk to the local stables and making a few photos of their chickens.

I have at last caught up on my sleepless night and yesterday slept deep and long. My strength has now been replenished and I am ready for the bathroom cleaning ahead of me.

We are now preparing for the big makeover on the appartment house facade beginning next week. Our mowing machine had a short visit this year, as it is again the cellar. There is no point in mowing a lawn every day when we are not sure how it is going to work. At least our heavy unmovable table has been taken care of. The guy with the shop delivering our new curtains spontaneously said that is part of his service for us and two strong mem will arrive on Thursday to do the necessary.

We have floor heating in our place, driven by gas somewhere in the depths of the cellar. The newest crackpot idea is that the heating pipes should be flushed through, which is also not necessary according to an expert we know. These things belong to the old days and there is no reason for it to be done, but who are we to say no. We are just the golden oldies that pay for it. Yesterday there was noise in the early morning as a “specialist” had been requested to clean the paveing stones outside on our estate. Another way to spend money for nothing, because whe the workmen are finished in half a year, you can begin all over again.

Looks like a sunny day today, so another reason for a walk with the camera this afternoon, although I am getting short of new things to photograph. Perhaps I might visit the local cemetery again to see if anything new has happened. At this time of the year the gardeners are busy replenishing the grave decorations with new flowers.

And now to do something worthwhile, like a cleaning inspection of the apparment. I really seem to lead an uninteresting, boring life. Next week it will change. The invasion of the building site workers begins, there will be action with construction of a metal cocoon outside and I can take lots of new photos of strong building workers drinking their coca cola in the breaks. I am still wondering what Mr. Smarty Pants neighbour will do with his cat, as he is apparently going on a 6 week holiday.

Enjoy the day, have fun and remember, every cloud has a silver lining – you just have to find it.

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4 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. I was very shocked the other day to see daffodils coming up in my garden. This is usually the time of year when we are thinking about planting them. It’s autumn, they shouldn’t be up now. The weather has become very weird.

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    • That almost happened with my anemone last year. It was a mild Winter and they were producing leaves. Then the cold weather arrived and I thought they would freeze, but they were still there when the ice ,thawed and already began to flower in February.

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