Not very often that I see yellow lillies.
Not very often that I see yellow lillies.
We have a castle on a hill in our village, Schloss Waldegg. I often climb the hill and sit on a bench and take photos from the top. We have alps in Switzerland, high mountains with snow and ice and opposite our castle hill, many kilometers away, a 1 hour drive on the motorway, we arrive in the Bernese Overland with all the big ones – in the middle you see the Eiger, on the right the Jungfau and somewhere in between the Mönch. They are just names, but when you live in a country for 50 years and see them on a clear day in front of your nose you begin to recognise them.
Of course I say “on a clear day”, but days are not always so clear and then you just see grey clouds and a few hills. On a good day you sit on the bench, raise the camera to your eyes and see something like this photo and then you have the great surprise. I will never tire of the view. Have I been there – yes many times on holidays spent in Grindelwald and yes I climbed them all, but by train or through the camera. An additional surprise was the three birds I caught on the camera when I took this photo as they were flying past.
Photo taken on 9th April, 2017
I have no idea what this is, but it was growing in a neighbour’s garden and looks quite jazzy.
I was pleased to see that my tulips were flowering again. I was not so pleased that the WordPress server seemed to be having problems this afternoon when I get my prompts and stuff. On the other hand, they did me a favour. Instead of sitting around waiting for it to work, I grabbed my camera, my mobile phone and waved goodbye to Mr. Swiss and went for a walk. I did not intend a long walk, because it was not a programmed walk, but decided to take the trail down to the river.
The River Aar is a long river coming down from from a mountain somewhere and flowing into a couple of lakes on the way. If you want the geogrphical details you will find them somewhere in Internet. I was sitting on one of my adopted benches on the river bank and shot the photo in the direction of our next town Solothurn, which is around the bend in the river.
I left my bench and walked further and these two approached me, so I had to take a photo.
I told the guy that was with the dogs that I was just taking a photo of the dogs together. He asked me what type of dog mine was. I had to disappoint him and said I do not have a dog, but in that case it probably belonged to the guy that was sitting further on. If there is a dog, there is always the opportunity to get to know someone.
It was now time for the homeward stretch as I still had a blog to write although I did not know what it would be about because the prompt was also late in arriving. Were they eating easter eggs and bunnies somewhere in the computer room, our prompt being forgotten?
As I began the uphill climb to home, I noticed this van was parked on the roadside. A lady and here husband approached me and asked if they were in the right place for the Aare boat. I said yes, but was not sure if it was running today. I noticed the words “Alpaca treckking on the mountain” on the side of the truck and asked if there were actually alpacas in the truck. She replied in the affirmative. We have a few alpacas in our area and you sometimes see them grazing in their fields. It has become fashion to take your alpaca with you when trekking over the slopes. She said they wanted to use them for some photo shooting on the ferry to Solothurn. I was not sure how that one would work as they do not have room for trucks on the ferry and alpacas might not like the idea.
It was now time to go home. I arrived to find everything locked up and no Mr. Swiss. Did I cook something he did not like? I approached our home by the back way to the porch and as the window was closed from the inside, it meant I must walk around our block to enter by the main door. Not Mrs. Angloswiss, for a reason I have my mobile telephone, so I called Mr. Swiss. He said he was not far away and was taking a walk around our area to see how things were progressing with our building. There was really no need, I now have a file containing about 50 photos of the work progress.
Anyhow Mr. Swiss arrived and I could begin to blog and upload photos. Today was not my day, but when is it my day? My photo programme was on a go slow, so that was a no go. However, I had made the most of my lost time seeing dogs, a truck full of alpaca and the new boat landing place – see photo. I had to take the low path to reach it and realised why I usually avoid the low path. It is riddled with dangerous tree roots and tends to go up and down constantly, but I survived, in spite of having to walk with a stick. I decided to keep that one for myself, as Mr. Swiss tends to worry when he knows I get adventurous.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and I hear the sound of an electric saw in the background due to our appartment house being tranformed into a building site, but all things pass. At least the pneumatic drills have now disappeared. Apple trees have again decided to make apples this year and the first blossoms have arrived. The apple tree in the photo I planted approximately 15 years ago, and it gives me a harvest of about 100-200 apples a year. There is a second gala apple tree that I planted next to it. The gala was an experiment, grown from a seed that I planted in a pot from an apple I ate. It took 10 years but last year bore the first 5 apples, which were not such healthy apples. The beginnings looke good, but they gave up, turned brown and dropped from the tree. It was probably too much for the tree. This year it is flowering again, but this time more and who knows? Perhaps they might start calling me Angloswiss Appleseed.
Yesterday was quite an eventful day outside. The scaffolding preparations have now been almost completed. Obviously the gardeners do not tell me all their secrets,, but yesterday a workman arrived from the architect with one of those newly developed measuring devices. It seems that even the good old ruler has been replaced with something electronic. He was making mysterious manipulations with it on our house facade for scaffolding preparations. There were mumblings about 2 meters 50 distance, but we are not sure whether he meant how high, or how wide, it was all chinese to us was and not interested in explanations but said the big day for the beginnings of the installation of the scaffolding will be next Tuesday. It will take a week.
In the meanwhile the gardeners shifted my monumental flower box.
Yes it was heavy, containing some climbing plants and tulips, but it is saved and is still alive. They placed it on some bricks and as the hedge will be remaining and not be removed, I am happy. It is just a matter of getting used to a few things being different. The gardener told me that will not be doing anything in our garden. They have removed one bush at the edge of our space which does not touch our garden. They now have a new path for transporting stuff and even placed wood temporarily on my lawn to protect it from trampling gardener’s boots. It is quite a useful path, for me also.
They had to remove a few tiles in front of our building but moved our temporary smaller table for us. I was having dark throughts about the whole thing, but it can only get better. They are very nice guys doing the work. Yes the world of Mrs. Angloswiss is becoming interesting, something new happening every day. When the gardeners leave next week, it will be the builders and construction men, the ones with the plaster and paint etc. The men that will be climbing to the roof and back again.
In the meanwhile life goes on and yesterday Mr. Swiss made a solo excursion to the shops. Our routine is different this week due to everything being closed for “good” Friday, although as said I have not yet found anything good about it. It messes up my golden oldie life. Mr. Swiss said the supermarket was under siege yesterday and he could not even find a parking space when he arrived. The place was teeming with golden oldies and their grandkids as well as housewives, and that all because people think famine will break out over the Easter Holidays. We have planned. Today Mr. Swiss will get a few odd bits to ensure that we survive and tomorrow the big Easter shopping will be done, but I have not invited anyone and have not been invited, and that does it nicely for me. The meals are planned and there will be no big banquet. No. 1 son has already told us that he will be at a concert in town on Saturday evening so that will be one less.
I even managed a walk yesterday up the hill to the castle and on the way saw a few familiar cows, doing what cows do in the meadow. Either resting or munching hay, and taking a drink.
This cow was asking for a photo, he could not take his eyes of me until I took a shot. I think she wanted to show off her new ear jewellery.
Enjoy the day, have fun and remember, it can only get better as I have now discovered.
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