And here we have the full bushes of the rhodedendrons in the late neighbour’s garden.
And here we have the full bushes of the rhodedendrons in the late neighbour’s garden.
The welcome sign
Time to cool down
The bottle bank at the local supermarket
Bottle JXP43 entered the world in a factory. The machine had shaped him in the bottle processing factory.. He had many brothers and sisters, all looking alike, and so JXP43 was never alone from the beginning. After he had cooled down, he took a look at this new place and felt he belonged. It was when he was put on a moving platform and had something poked into his opening that he began to feel uncomfortable. And then a liqid entered his body.
He took a look around and saw that they were all treated the same, their insides being filled with a brown liquid. JXP43 thought to himself “can this be it, the purpose of my creation?”, but he had no chance to find out because this brown liquid was a little uncomfotable, JXP43 was sure that he would explode: the bubbles were expanding his walls with a pressure and he was sure he would explode, but there was no escape. The liquid suddenly stopped. JXP43 breathed a sigh of relief, but was this what it was all about. And then he was sealed with ACB304, commnly known as a screw top, and was now covered in plastic with 5 other JSP43, together with their ACB304 screw tops.
His final shape was achieved and the journey began. He now saw the world, although through a plastic cover and was contented. He had been created, he was ready and had even been given a label showing his new name “Coca Cola”, although he saw that others had other names like Lemonade and Mineral Water. Of course there were the special ones known as Cherry Coke, Diet Coke and Zero, but they all looked alike, it was only the liquid that was a little different.
And so it came to pass that he arrived at his destination and was together with many others waiting for the next part of the journey. Reflecting on it all today JSP43 found he was a lucky bottle. After being chosen by a non-bottle creation he was emptied and now stood empty in another place. There was a few others of his race emptied and they disappeared to a place called bottle bank. He had heard tales from other JSP43 that they would be minced into smaller pieces and again put into the bit melting place in the JSP43 sky to be reborn.
Not this JSP43, no, he still had a purpose in his life. He was put in a place with other bottles, even out of real glass – the hope of every JSP43. He was re-used as container for water. The gods had chosen him for a new life. Daily he would be emptied and his contents poured onto plants. He would be filled again. JSP43 had a purpose in his bottled life.
JSP43 was one of the chosen few.
What a silly blog, but I just had to let is out of the bottle.
The’re here…… The invasion of the road monsters took place yesterday afternoon in preparion of the week-end work. The road from our village Feldbrunnen, to the next village Riedholz is being resurfaced throughout Saturday night and during Sunday and on Monday there will also be a few things done. They parked the machines in our village on a side road ready for the attack. The idea is, and a good one really, that there will only be inconvenience for a couple of days instead of a couple of months due to week-end work.
I decided to take a walk yesterday evening to see if there were any good opportunities for photos, but the action will happen during the night and I did not want to camp out on the pavement in case anything worth a photo happened. They had already blocked our crossing over the main road meaning I had to walk further to the next crossing, but this crossing had also disappeared from the road surface in preparation.
The yellow stripes had been removed, although I do not see the sense in that, as they will be replaced again afterwards. Now and again during the night I heard the machines on the road and their warning signals when they were in the reverse gear. As I write this at breakfast I can still hear them.
I decided to turn back into the village on my walk as there was not any action yesterday evening and I could hear the moos of cows. The farmer had already moved them to the field next to their home which enabled them to go in and out as they pleased.
This particular cow decided to go inside for a few minutes, but he soon returned. Another cow was really making a fuss and could be heard all over the village.
I had never caught a cow with its mouth opening mooing before, so made the most of it. Actually I was a little worried, in case she came to near, but surrounded by an electric fence, they so not usually break out.
I noticed the crops are quite high at the moment, so it will soon be harvesting time. Everything seems to be growing express, but we have had some good weather lately.I really enjoy my evening walks as the weather is more comfortable for walking and not so many people around.
At the moment the insects are also increasing. Yesterday an earwig arrived in my appartment, but Mr. Swiss to the rescue: not my rescue, but the earwig. He is becoming a protector of the species and armed with a piece of paper he transported the earwig to the garden – another life saved. Actually earwigs are not really my favourites, as in the garden they do tend to go to places on my plants and devour leaves, but Mr. Swiss finds they also have a right to survival. We were still discussing this matter when I saw a crane fly which had moved from the corridor to the bedroom. I was not very happy about this, but he found they do no harm. I am sure he was right, but I did not exactly enjoy the thought of spending the night with a crane fly, although it eventually moved to the bathroom where the door is closed. Don’t tell Mr. Swiss, but when I began to iron yesterday an earwig appeared on the ironing board from the linen. The earwig’s last view of life on earth was my hand.
Admittedly I always remove living spiders to the great outdoors, as they have a purpose in their webby lives to trap other insects. Flies are born to be killed, and luckily Mr. Swiss and I are of the same opinion.
And now to something completely different. The morning blog is coming to an end (do not despair I will be back with more) and I want to put my Sunday roast in the oven for a slow cooking time. I can then forget all other compulsory work until lunchtime.
Have a restful Sunday and do not forget – be kind to insects and kill them gently.
And I found a new use for the scaffolding in front of my appartment when the builders are on their week-end break.
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