Daily Prompt: It’s a Gray/Grey World today

Gray Renovation

You cannot get more gray than this gray-in-gray photo taken a few minutes ago out of my west facing window. I could have taken a photo facing north, south or east, but there is not a lot of difference. There is no sun,  no blue skies, just gray everywhere. Coupled with the scaffolding surrounding my appartment house, we have the perfect gray picture of everything gray.

Front Garden rain

On the East side of the house we are also covered in gray: gray concrete, gray metal rods of scaffolding and even my white window frames are reflecting the gray shadows of life.

How boring this is, perhaps I should rather read a book than write about gray. Some people might be reading 50 Shades of Grey to put them in the mood, but not me. i avoided this book when it was published. I was put off by the housewives that had all decided reading a best seller would be the thing to do. It seemed to me that all my female facebook contacts were reading this trash They were showing off about it, telling everyone they had bought it, downloaded it, and whatever. One even admitted that she was reading it in the train on the way to work, but naturally hidden in a book cover with another book name. I never read the book. Not that I do not read pseudo ponographic chick lit cheap books, but it is not my sort of thing. Mr. Grey’s sexual fantasies with his new secretary are really not my thing.

I also worked in an office for many years, but I had to earn my money by organising the export of goods all over the world and not helping the boss to complete his fantasies of female possession. My boss was was OK, but had his own harem out of working hours. I was a married woman with four kids to look after, and really do not know how Mr. Grey’s secretary, Anastasia Steele (another grey name) found the time. I mean she had to fit in the cooking of her food and make beds, do the washing and ironing. I noticed the authoress of the book made an effort to follow up her success with Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. She seemed to have run out of new stuff to write about. She must have been living in a very gray world.

My Aunt and Grandmother were also gray people. My mum loved to knit and would produce cardigans for them. They were both ladies of a progressive age, gran approaching 80 years and Aunt Emmy, my dad’s oldest sister, somewhere between 50 and 60. Mum loved to knit but there was a disadvantage. The chosen colour of the two elderly ladies was always gray: gray first and gray second. Mum was more the bright colours sort, although I must admit her taste was also not always mine, and so she was condemned to knitting gray cardigans which she said made her depressed. “They always want gray and never a nice bright colour” she said to me. Somehow I do not think the elderly ladies were into pink or lemon.

And what am I doing on this gray day. I am on the keyboard of my Apple computer, which is also gray, dressed in gray yoga pants and a dark gray t-shirt It is one of those days where you just cannot escape from a gray world.

And before you compose your remarks telling me that Gray is not Gray, but Grey, I also had a problem. The english colonists over the Pond tend to spell it “gray” and we Brits are more into “grey” it seems: a simple solution, but mixing me up considerably. Make your own choice of spelling, but today is a grey/gray day.

Daily Prompt: It’s a Gray/Grey World today

Good Morning

Horse Chestnut 24.04 (1)

Despite the building work in the background, a tree grows in Feldbrunnen, my village. It has been growing since I planted the conker from a horse chestnut 15 years ago. It was one of those experiments I never really thought would succeed and I put the chestnut in my garden. One day I notice it began to sprout and had visions of a chestnut tree towering above everything else in my little garden and taking over. I transferred the chestnut to a small pot, but after a couple of years realised it needed a big pot and so I bought the largest the store had to offer.

It grew rapidly and was soon on the second floor height of my appartment building and we only have three, counting the ground level where I live. I began to chop it back every year. I was waiting for the first flowers, as chestnut trees have very pretty flowers, but nothing happened. I spoke to the gardener, and he said it was not very likely that it would flower as planting from a conker is not always successful and chopping it down is also not advisable. However, I did not give up and for the last two years I did not reduce the height as it was behaving.

Horse Chestnut 13.04 (2)This year I was giving it water one morning and noticed something completely different: a flower head had appeared. I was overjoyed, my 15 year old chestnut tree had its first flower. I had visions of sitting beneath the spreading chestnut tree in its shade on sunny days in Spring. My tree is now even capable of producing its own chesnuts. They are the normal chestnuts, fed to animals and not for human consumption.

MarroniThe real chestnuts for roasting are a special variety. We have them in the Italian part of Switzerland and of course in Italy they grow everywhere. They are more spiky on the outside as can been seen on the photo that I took on our local market day.

But now after 15 years I have a flower on my home grown chestnut tree. I think the original chestnut came from a tree on the banks of our local river. I will check to see this year if it has white flowers like mine. Perhaps my tree is not growing in Brooklyn (Book by Betty Smith) but a tree is growing in my garden, even in a pot.

Otherwise we have new curtains. Not exactly curtains, as I do not like the eternal washing of curtains and the accompanying ironing. The complete appartment is now fitted as the following photo from our living room and it is a super good system.

New window blinds 28.04 (1)

Due to the refurbishing of our living quarters, the blinds are being removed from May until October and we will have nothing covering the windows in the evening, so we had a few words with the expert and decided on this solution, which I must say is very good quality and ideal.

We have special denser stripes in the bedrooms to stop too much light shining through. Yesterday was the test and they are perfect for the bedroom. There is only one small problem, we forgot Tabby, our cat. She has a cat flap in the kitchen. During the day I never use any covers for the windows in the kitchen, as it is not practical when cooking, but in the evening we like to close them to keep out prying eyes, and Tabby likes to take an evening walk and now the summer days are approaching, often likes to sleep outside. The guy in charge said he would make the material shorter over her entrance, but both he and us forgot. Tabby is not happy, but no problem. A quick telephone call and everyhing is fixed. Tomorrow Tabby’s entrance will be organised. This means another day for me to go shopping on my own with the car; fun.

We have been without building workers since Monday. Perhaps they are recovering from the work on our building, or they are having a conference about further proceedings. Who cares: no building noise or disturbances.

And now for a normal workday in the Angloswiss mansion. There is a bathroom to clean and Mr. Swiss has decided to go places and do things, like town and the supermarket.

Enjoy the day and make the most of it.