Flower of the Day: 05.04.2017 Magnolia

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Today I took a photo trip to the nearby town of Solothurn, Switzerland. I think it must be since my last doctor visit at the beginning of the year that I have been into town, and then it was only to see the doc. We spent some time on the garden part and I must say I never knew we had so many magnolia trees. They were everywhere showing their blossoms. I decided to try and get a close-up of a flower. Luckily I am of the tall species of my race and managed to discover the internal life of a magnolia flower. Of course, I took many more photos, coming soon. At the moment my computer files are full of flowers.

Flower of the Day: 05.04.2017 Magnolia

Colour Your World: Cerise

Cornelian Cherry Tree

This cornelian cherry tree had been growing in the meadow opposite our back porch for at least 15 years and I only noticed it last year. Apparently it is a member of the dogwood family, and I never even realised that we had a dogwood. I found the cherries on the tree last Autumn, and apparently they would be edible, but decided not to take the risk, in case they were something else like atropa belladonna, then I would no longer be here to show everyone my cerise.

Colour Your World: Cerise

Daily Prompt: Jack of all trades, master of none

M - Taking photos

Yes, that is me, the paprazzi in service, talking a prize suspicious photo of a magnolia tree. I possess so many lens, two DSLR cameras, as well as a couple of compact cameras that I collected on the way, I am the champion. Photo by my assistant, Mr. Swiss, who decided that even the perfect photographer should be shown in front of the camera, even if you only see my back. Unfortunately my reputation as the new Ansel Adams in the photographic world has not yet been recognised. Mr. Swiss found it was time to visit the local town once again, as I would find new objects for my photographic qualities. I actually was planning on a solo tour of the village taking photos of the spring blossoms on various trees and in various gardens.

However Mr. Swiss decided he was slowly getting claustraphobic symptoms as the only places he had visited this week was with me at the steering wheel visiting the local supermarket. He has not been so well, neither have I, but today was a day that it was decided “we are the champions” and he made the suggestion we go together into town where I could tour a few nice places with my camera and take photos of something else than the village, the river and the local castle. The few nice places was actually the old moat that was once filled with water, some 500 years ago, surrounding the walls of the Solothurn. To reach the top of the walls of the moat, you have to climb stairs. I told Mr. Swiss forget it, as walking with a stick and dragging the left foot is not a perfect way to do it. There were no supporting bannisters, and I do not climb stairs without.

There was a perfect slope to walk on one side, so I managed to drag myself up to the top and enjoyed the view from the bench positioned for the purpose of taking photos from the top.

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The water spout you can see is from a wellington boot with a hole. It has been fixed to a frame and every 15 minutes water is poured into the boot which causes it to move and spout water through the hole in the boot. Very ingenious, a championship of work. Afterwards I took a seat in front of the pond on one of the benches and waited patiently for the water to be switched on to capture another perfect photo, but this time close-up.

In the distance is the tower of the Swiss reform church and in front of it the Concert Hall of Solothurn and the magnolia trees in full blossom. The fact that I actually reached the top for my perfect photo makes me a champion, as Mr. Swiss asked me every few minutes how I was managing and offered me an arm for support, but me. No, I am a champion and did it all on my own.

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On the corners at the top there were these strange places sealed by a gate, but we do not know for what purpose. Perhaps used in the Roman days for keeping the gladiators before they threw them to the lions and tigers wating below for the local entertainment, although Mr. Swiss did say the towers were built after Roman times. He is a champion in the history of Solothurn. He has to be, he went to school here and grew up in the area.

Our town of Solothurn originates from the Romans and is now well known for its gothic style of buildings. You cannot renovate a building or replace it, without having the cultural heritage preservation organisations sticking their noses in and stopping all the work to make sure nothing will be destroyed from the histiorical background of the building and making sure that anything new will fit into the surroundings. I am now on a quest to preserve the surroundings with my camera and when I returned home discovered 80 new photos of the town, with a few more from my garden flowers.

I am also a champion of editing all this stuff on the computer, I have become a champion of walking with a stick in difficult places and not falling. It is unfortunate that no honours are awarded for this sort of thing. And now a photo of one of the flower beds in Solothurn. We have only champion gardeners in our town.

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Daily Prompt: Jack of all trades, master of none

Good Morning

Sky over Feldbrunnen

Not a very promising sky this morning, but no great rainstorms up to now and it would not bother me in any case. I have a cold, sneezing most of the time, Mr. Swiss is not feeling so good, and we have the threat of a building episode hanging over our heads.

My first movement in the morning is to reach out from my bed and grope towards my iPad. I love this new iPad. It is has a top capacity, I can pack it full with apps and as a bed solution, is ideal for catching up on likes with my comments. I live in European time which is 7 hours in front of States time, meaning that comments on my blogs usually arrive during my night, so I relax hugging the bed and write them. Another nice thing with the iPad is it seems to know what I want to write whilst I am writing it, and makes suggestions for the words I need, so all I have to do is choose and upload. I wonder how Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung would have found the use of an iPad. No more laying on a couch, just enter a few words and the analysis would be made by iPad suggestions. Perhaps not, but the imagination runs wild now and again.

This morning, whilst I was “playing” with my iPad I heard the thunderous noise of a lorry passing through. As we are expecting the invasion of the builders, I thought they might have now arrived, two days later than expected. Mr. Swiss, who was busy somewhere in the appartment, reassured me that it was a concrete mixer passing through. The magical words “passing through” soothed my nerves. Anything passing through was good, but things that stopped and settled were not, although the thought remained about concrete. To grow scaffolding, they would have to make holes and plant concrete into them to let them stand firm most probably. However, as the concrete mixer passed by onto another place I decided to forget it. I am getting a building complex.

I am becoming noise sensitive. I heard workers in the distance shouting and again wondered would they be our workers? I saw no-one so continued on my jogging route on the iPad. My three alarms then decided to tell me it was official waking and rising time.  I have bird song programmed on two iPads and my iPhone so there is no risk that I would oversleep. I can hear you: a golden oldie that needs an alarm – stupid. For me not stupid, I can keep in touch with the real world and still know what the time of day is, and which day it is. My work being completed on the iPad I moved to the kitchen. There was no sign of a concrete mixer, so it was a false alarm. The street noise was now replaced with cawing crows and I prefer the sounds of nature.


In the meanwhile I was sitting at the table in the kitchen, devouring my breakfast of 3 slices of bread and jam and drinking a cup of tea when I noticed movement outside. The local cat, Roschti, had appeared on the porch outside and was enjoying the benefits of the bowl of fresh water I always have outside for our Tabby cat and any birds that happen to be flying past. Roschti and my cat Tabby get on like a cat on fire, and make efforts to have a fight and kille each other whenever they meet. They could be such good friends, but “friend” does not seem to exist in meow. Tabby is now sleeping on top of the cupboard, so what she does not see will not bother her.

Today is a day of shopping. They are letting me out and I can savour freedom once again. There will be a supermarket to visit and things to buy to feed ourselves through the next days until Friday.

Enjoy the day, and remember it can only get better, my motto at the moment.

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