Flower of the Day: 12.05.2017 English Laurel

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These bushes grow everywhere where I live. Now and again a seed finds its way in my garden and suddenly a bush begins to grow. Better to remove it, as it soon grows to a large size. It is now the season for their flowers and they are very attractive. They are the bushes with the leaves that Julius Ceaser wore around his head I believe.

Flower of the Day: 12.05.2017 English Laurel

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – May 12, 2017

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This is in my village of Feldbrunnen in Switzerland, one of my favourite walks. On the right the chickens, ducks and geese, and straight ahead on the right the horses in the stables. If you continue to the end of the path, you arrive at the cemetery on the left. The mountains in the background are the Jura mountains.

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And now something completely different and I hope you do not mind. It is not my photo, but my son’s photo. Last week he had to go to Rabat, the capital of Morocco, for a business conference. With the days of modern communications, he sent me some photos and here is one. A way showing a view over the city of Rabat.

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And I am still living in demolition and rebuilding landscape. This is one of the ways leading to a back window and mind the gap.

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – May 12, 2017

Daily Prompt: Maze Confusion

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Dad worked for Ford’s Motor company in the wheel department, but we never had a car. He never learned to drive one and for mum they were always dangerous machines, although a drive in a  car was a big adventure for her. No-one had a car in our family except for my aunt and uncle. They had no children and were probably the only ones that could afford a car. At the age of 18 dad’s mate volunteered to give me my first lessons, a brave man. I had no idea how this car thing worked. He had a Ford car  (all dad’s mates drove Ford because they all worked there) and this particular car which I was learning on had the gear change on the steering wheel with a bench seat at the front. This was my first driving experiences. I think I had about 10 lessons, but I was not really interested and we both decided it was a good idea for me to give up.

I moved on, went to Switzerland a couple of years later. This driving thing was something and nothing, and I was always lucky enough to have boyfriends with their own car, so why bother.

One day I met the man of my life, he could drive a car, but due to lack of money we were bus people. However, with time he got himself a moped, one of those motor driven bikes. I could not drive an ordinary bike, so I did not bother. Then one day, when the financial situation had improved, we bought our first car, a second hand white beetle Volkswagen. It was nothing special, and not exactly the solution on wheels, but it was a beginning.

Cutting a long story short, we progressed with the size and power of our cars, and eventually had a Simca. The kids were now growing and it was decided (I decided) I should learn to drive. I found a driving teacher, and after about 95 lessons, not quite 100, I took the test and passed first time. It is still a mystery to me today, although I had no problem in changing gears, I was just not so good in keeping a straight line on the road, steering wheel problems. Of course this was not enough, and I instisted on my own car which was a second hand Fiat 127 Top model.

Fiat 127 Top - my first car

They do not make them like that any more. I was so happy when I found this photo in my archives, the only memoray I have of this little first car. I still have my original driving licence from 22.07.1982 when I was 36 years old. I never bothered to get one of those nice new plastic cards. I still have the original on blue paper, a little torn at the edges now and it serves its purpose. There are people that seem to have driving mechanism in their physical construction, I do not. In the meanwhile I converted to driving an automatic. Cars are basically all the same with gears and brakes and lamps and steering wheels. Unfortunately roads do not stay the same. Where there used to be a nice two way road, there is suddently a system of one way roads. Things had to go faster, and so motorways appeared connecting all the main towns in the country.  I needed my car for working purposes, but when I was at last retired it was no longer necessary – I had a chauffeur with a car which I could use if necessary

It came to pass that I discovered he could do it better than me, so who am I to argue. It also came to pass that over the years I was no longer driving and when I was diagnosed with MS I gave up altogether. My neurologist found this was not good, Mr. Swiss was not being the youngest shoot on the family tree, and so I began to drive again. We take turns when going to the supermarket who is on the steering wheel. However, I do not choose complicated maze-similar paths, I stick to the roads I know.

Now and again the powers that be in the area decide on repairing roads and changing directions with the aid of special traffic lights or men that stand in the middle of the road waving their hands to show you where to go. I do not like that, but I suppose you cannot have everything. I would add I never go near a motorway, the cars go too fast. Although Mr. Swiss tells me  to slow down now and again. Of course I only drive faster to see if he is keeping an eye on things.

My steering has not really improved a lot, there are some things that you cannot change, but I more or less keep to the middle of road, most of the time, although sometimes you have to be more on the right because you are turning off somewhere. Oh, why does driving a car have to be complicated.

Feldbrunnen to Subingen via Derendingen und Gerlafingen 23.03 (10)

Daily Prompt: Maze Confusion

Good Morning

Yesterday I decided to get out. I have not been for a walk for some time, just sitting at home watching the rebuilding destruction and taking photos. I now have over 300 photos of how to rebuild a complete block and it gets depressing from time to time, especially when they cover my complete back garden with plastic to protect it from falling parts of masonary.

The idea was that they would begin on the West side this week, but it will now become Monday. Until Monday my lawn and plants, which are now developing and growing, would be slowly suffocating beneath sheets of plastic. The leader of the builder pack (a nice guy) said we could shift the plastic to one side until they begin. Shifting things to one side is not my thing, either-or and so I have removed most of it and put it in a nice little heap. I want to see how things develop in my garden. From my experience on the other side of the place, there will be just bits and pieces to remove. I am not prepared to sacrifice my lawn and garden with their solution of covering everything in plastic.

And now to something completely different.

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Yesterday I took a walk again. It has been some time, and I have not been feeling so energetic. There are not so good days and better days, but I pulled myself together, mounted my walking stick and made myself on the way. I noticed this week that the new hen house is now in use at the nearby stables. The old wooden house is still there and in use, but now there is a more modern construction in fibre glass, with a window for the hens to see the outside world, and a free run for those that like to feel the grass under their claws.

I took a few photos of course. I can now get much closer to the action. This photo seems to be a discussion of the brown hens – are they the ones that lay the brown eggs?

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There are also white hens (the white eggs?). Strange how they seem to get together in their own colours. Harold the rooster is not fussy. He now has two hen houses. Either he can go slumming in the old wooden house, or do his business in the new penthouse suite. I have never actually seen any babies, but probably Harold is so successful that there are too many to keep in the hutch.

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You can buy fresh eggs from the hens, which I have never actually done up to now, but it would be an idea. After half an hour talking to the chickens I made my way home and it also began to rain, just a few drops and not very long. Yesterday evening the rain returned with revenge, and there was a storm lurking amongst it. We had torrential rainfalls, and it was very windy, but everything survived.

Today is week-end shopping time and I made my list yesterday evening under consultation with Mr. Swiss. My No. 2 son sent a message to say he was back in Switzerland, and had the worst flight he had ever had on his way back from Morocco. I will have to catch up on that the next time I see him. I am just glad that everything went well with his trip. Travelling to other countries today is not only an adventure, but a risk.

And to the background noise of pneumatic tools, I will now leave you until this afternoon. It looks like it will be a nice sunny day. The rain yesterday probably cleared the bad weather away for a while. See you later, no time for relaxing on one of my favourite benches on my walk yesterday, I have work to do – ok, I know, I am a golden oldie, so what’s the problem? I cannot just sit around doing nothing all day, I have a supermarket to visit and a vacuum cleaner to take for a walk.

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