The cows have returned. They have been relased from their Winter of Discontent and can now munch real grass and not the dry stuff. I could even smell them, at least their recycling produce, although did not see it. The farmer had probably had a cleaning session before I arrived. The smell belongs to the cows and I love it. I get the real country feeling in my nose again. As I crossed the main road through the village and entered the path to the local castle I could see the cows already enjoying their bovine life on the first field on the right.
When this cow saw me with the camera he began to show off, as if to say “look we are getting milk again”. It was one big excitement amongst the cow tribe. Now I know the warmer seasons are here.
Mr. Swiss had gone to town to deal with a new railway card. Two weeks ago his purse was stolen at the local station. It is the place where the purse thieves collect and they are very refined. I had mine stolen a couple of years ago when I was on the way to Zürich airport to visit my dad in London and had to postpone the whole trip. It is not really the money that bothers you, although that is not exactly ideal. It is blocking all your credit cards (at a cost), organising new cards etc. etc. The police say wait a while, they might turn up again, but you can only wait for a certain time. However, we learn things eventually and my purse contains a minimum of cards. Now Mr. Swiss has everything again, at a cost, and we have re-examined what we actually take with us when going anywhere.
I decided to take a walk up to the castle as they have a nice bench at the top and Mr. Swiss said when he returns home, he may join me. As I almost reached the castle, I was taking a photo and I heard ducks quacking. The castle path was not duck country, but I realised it was my mobile phone. I altered the calling tune to ducks some time ago. I was in a difficult position to take a telephone call with camera in one hand, a walking stick in the other and my telephone in a silk purse hanging around my body, so decided to seat myself on a bench and examine the situation in peace and quiet. Mr. Swiss had called to say he was on his way and I called him back to tell him where I was. I then sat in the sun and enjoyed the view of the alps in the distance across the fields.
It was then that I saw the man of my life approaching, making his way on the path to the top of the hill. Naturally I took the opportunity to take a few photos.
And so a golden oldie couple sat romatically together and enjoyed the comforts of a nice warm spring day. We had left the noise of our home behind us as the workmen, that are gradually moving in to renovate the facade of our block, had begun to use pneumatic drills to bore holes for the scaffolding. Thank goodness it is now the week-end and peace reigns everywhere, but they will return on Monday.
On Saturday I usually do not go for a walk, but take it easy at home. Mr. Swiss does some last bits and pieces of shopping in the morning and I deal with the ironing and cooking and general housewife chores, with a little bit of blogging in between.
Enjoy the week-end everyone, I know I will.
A view of the Jura mountains and landscape from the path to the local Castle Waldegg.
What a sweet couple you are! I love the last photo, amazing! 😊
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We both have our own hobbies and so there is always something to talk about and we agree to disagree now and again, which gives it all the added spice of life. I am very lucky to live in such a wonderful place. The town is just along the road, and otherwise we are surrounded by country.
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My hubby and I will celebrate 20 years next year- I like to imagine us as you two one day! I am also originally a country girl from Vermont, a state filled with cows and mountains- I do miss them 🙂
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I like how you enjoy what you have. Good for you!
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One day you realize that there are more familiar names appearing in the obituaries in the newspaper, people you knew and you realize the hour glass no longer has so much sand, so you make the most of the remaining grains.
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That’s a very deep thought we all have to keep in mind.
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Have a fantastic weekend!
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Thanks and you too
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What a lovely post, full of joie-de-vivre and your great Mr Swiss – fat pastures and happy cows, a beautiful scenery and a weekend ‘sans bruits’…. wishing you both a wonderful weekend.
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It was a wonderful afternoon, and great to be outside in the nice spring weather
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I’m going to a writing conference today which I hope will encourage me to start writing (and blogging) again. I’ve been very lazy lately and haven’t even been reading all the blogs I follow, though your posts are always so worth it. Happy Spring! (p.s. our 30th is this August and I feel the same way about our life as you do yours)
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And I am now trying to slow down a bit. I have decided to minimalise my efforts of Saturday. Even a blogger needs a day off.
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“When this cow saw me with the camera he began to show off,”
You’re sure you’re not writing about a bull?
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Our cows have never seen a bull and the calves are convinced that there is no such thing. It is all done mechanically these days. They keep the bulls only for one purpose and the poor animals have never see a cow.
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But why then cow and he?
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Because I do not always proof read very carefully. 🙂
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Einfach toll. !!!! (`L`)—-.-..-…–..— (`L`)
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Thankyou
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Déjà déjà déjà,.,., fin de semaine agréable je vous souhaite aussi… grande
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You are at least a full month ahead of us, weather wise. It won’t look like that here until the middle of May. But at least it isn’t raining today. Chilly and windy, but no rain. Tomorrow, warmer and sunny — so they say. I’m just glad the deluge is over.
Those jack hammers are horrendous. Awful!
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It is now absolutely spring here and looking great.I wouldn’t mind some rain. I even had to water my garden today as everything was looking a bit dry. Mr. Swiss is complaining about the noise before it is happening at our place. Noise does not bother me so much, I grew up in noise. London was never a very quiet place to live in.
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Beautiful post and photos. I wish I were there but it would spoil the romance to have the odd (truly odd) American hanging around…
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Never . On the way back Mr Swiss and I met a lady we know, one of the jolly sort and we had some good laughs with her before going further.
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