I have them in the garden, but they are no way as far as these. At the moment they are showing leaves, the flowers arrive later. I love the blueness of delphiniums, although they are apparently poisonous.
Daily Archives: 23/05/2017
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Gardens
Part of the gardens of Waltham Abbey in England.
Often the wild meadows (we have one opposite our garden) have a natural beauty of their own. The flowers just grow every year, they spread their seeds and are then mowed down. The next year they appear again. And if you have a lilac tree in the middle, all the better.
A public garden in our local town, Solothurn, Switzerland. In the background is the concert hall and on the right out of the picture, would be the museum.
Daily Prompt: Catapulted with a Flame Thrower
Now I have seen it all. My midday sleep has been constantly under siege from the noise of a pneumatic chisel. Today the chisel has been put to rest. Its work is done and so I was at last relaxing enjoying the peace and quiet and studying my iPad. Suddenly there was a roar in front of my bedroom window. I was no longer sleeping, but recovering from my sleep.
I catapulted myself out of the bed. Not really, as catapulting is no longer possible, but with a direct swing I landed on both feet, stood in a upright position and opened the curtains to see a young man similing at me. This was an improvement, I very rarely see young men smiling at me, they usually either shake their heads in disbelief or are entertained.
And so I progressed to see what the noise was. There was an open flame in front of the window. They were now burning the place down instead of repairing I thought, but no. the man with the lamp applied pressure on the flame and with a roar he went into action. I now had dragons in front of my window.
Here is an action photo of the covers to the basis of my wall being sealed to the wall by heat. I really thought dragons were extinct, but it seems even these have their use on a building site.
I decided to go outside and get the action direct, and not from the window. However, I then met the young man who also had a blowtorch and was applying fire and flames to the entrance. I decided not to go further before a wall of flames appeared. He then asked me if I was a photographer. I was honoured, to think that someone sees in me a professional photographer. I explained that I was now too old to work anywhere, and definitely not as a photographer, it was just a hobby. I also assured him that I was not taking photos of him, but of the action. I think he was disappointed.
I returned and discovered that my cat, Tabby, wanted to get a closer look at the action. She was disappointed when I did not open the window to let her out. I had to explain that she might return with singed fur. I think she understood as the heat could now be felt through the open window.
And that is the daily excitement. Return tomorrow when they might be applying liquid hydrogen mixed with oxygen to ensure that everything goes off with a bang.
Good Morning
I used to show photos in the morning of green fields, sunrises, cloud formations. They were the good old days when my world was still OK without pneumatic chisels to wake me in the morning. This has all become a thing of the past. I am now living in a Blade Runner surrounding, trying to escape the threats of the builders using noise as their main weapon, Today’s picture of the day is my water supply tap which has now been torn from its bearings on the wall and laying limply on the debris of the destroyed surface of my back garden.
A small step in a world filled with destructive machinery, but a large step for me. Actually many steps. It means that if we have a drought with no rain, and it very much looks like it at the moment, my garden will need water from time to time. All I have to do is turn the water on and it floods through the hose. The hose is now limply laying on the neighbouring surface. No problem: I am strong and will fight them to the end. I will fill my water can, which holds 10 liter of water and gets quite heavy. and carry it to the window and place it outside. I can then leave my appartment, take a walk out the main exit and arrive in the garden and apply the water in the can to the garden. Unfortunately 10 liter is not enough, so after 4-5 fillings of the can it should be OK, an hour later.
Mr. Swiss reassured me according to the last informative letter we received, that this is only temporary and the tap will be replaced. However it did not say when, so this could be some time between next week or October. In between I will study the Internet to see if their are instructions for native Indian rain making dances.
Life goes on. Yesterday I took a walk around the demolished landscape of our building.
I was confronted by scenes reminding me of London after the war, with half destroyed buildings and barriers everywhere. It can only get better.
In the meanwhile life goes on and even rubble women like myself have a will to survive. I cleaned the windows last Sunday morning because there would be no workmen here to make them dirty again. I will clean the bathroom today to the accompaniment of noise on the other side of the bathroom wall, where the workmen will be removing some remains of what they remove.
Mr. Swiss just left our appartment through the back garden window and has disappeared. Either he has been absorbed by a working force and shot down with a disintegrating drill, or is engaged in a conversation with the neighbour to catch up on the latest developments.
On my walk through the rubble yesterday I noticed that nature is fighting back and found a patch a clover in between the bricks and the metal parts. Where there is clover there is hope.
Enjoy the day, see you around.
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