Seen at the local flower store in the supermarket – a wonderful show of happy faces.
Seen at the local flower store in the supermarket – a wonderful show of happy faces.
One for the ladies – I only realised what a great photo this was when I uploaded it – the rest is left to your imagination,.
Crossing the road with the dog and pram.
That is one way to make sure you arrive at the surgery in the right place (a doctor surgery in our village).
“What’s the problem?”
“There’s an earwig crawling around the sink in the kitchen.”
“Don’t worry, he or she won’t eat you.”
“Of course not. I am serious. I tried to kill it but it is too fast.”
“Why kill it. The poor thing is confused and just wants to hide.”
“Then it should hide where it belongs.”
“Give me a piece of paper.”
“So that I can transport it back to the garden where it belongs.”
“It does not belong anywhere except for the earwig happy hunting grounds. Look it is now doing a round trip of the sink. If you put it in the garden it will begin to devour the leaves on my plants.”
“I am sure it will not eat all of them. So where is it? Got it.”
“Where are you going with that earwig on that piece of paper?”
“I was putting it where it belongs, and now it has fallen off the paper thanks to you waving your arms around in panic.”
“I am not in panic I do not like earwigs in the kitchen.”
“That is why I am putting it outside.”
“But not like that.”
“Like what. I do not have an earwig cage so have to now transport it on my hand as I dropped the paper to transport it.”
“That is disgusting.”
“Don’t worry I will wash my hands afterwards. So there we go, now he is happy to be back in his normal habitat.”
“Oh, great, I am sure you will get a medal as the rescuer of the earwig race.”
“What are you doing with that flower pot.”
“I read that if I fill it with straw and hang it upside down on a tree branch it attracts earwigs.”
“I thought you didn’t like them.”
“I don’t. You can remove the pot daily and set fire to the straw in the pots.”
“I didn’t know I was married to a serial killer.”
“I am not a serial killer, just keeping the balance of nature in my garden. I do not operate a transport system for earwigs on paper, or pick them up and stroke them saying “there, there little earwig, now you are safe. Back to your normal home where the girlfriend is waiting for you to ensure that life will go on as normal. You can now both care for your offspring together”.”
“You don’t have to overdo it, but it is more humane than inviting them to set up house in a flower pot and afterwards letting them die in an incendry.”
“That is my method. And now to the next rescue mission.”
“What rescue mission.”
“There is a stink bug crawling on the chair.”
“Arrgh, I don’t touch stink bugs.”
“Why not it is only a poor defenceless little insect needing to be saved from a fate worse than death.”
“But they stink.”
“Not my problem, get rid of it.”
Went for another evening walk yesterday evening to the local castle Waldegg on a hill. The sun had arrived again yesterday afternoon in its full heat but in the evening it tends to cool down so I was convinced I could make it up to the top of the hill. I made it, although I felt like a marathon runner on the last few meters when I arrived at my destination. At the beginning it was no problem, but as you go further, the hill gets steeper, and eventually you ask why you do such stupid exercises when you are a golden oldie walking with a stick for support.
However I made it in one piece and took my position on the bench. There were no crowds watching me and clapping when I arrived. Actually I felt like the only person alive until a lady, not quite golden oldie, but on the way, walked passed dressed in a nice cool summer dress and took a seat on the next bench: then this appeared.
The dog was all on his own, but seemed to have a target to aim for. I just had to take the photo, he filled out my screen on the camera. He was not one of those mega dogs that you could saddle if you wanted a ride, but I suppose just normal sized for big dog. He stopped awhile and had a sniff in the meadow and walked on. The mystery was solved, as the lady that had passed me to the next bench was the owner of the dog. Afterwards they both stayed awhile admiring the view from the top.
A reason for seeing few people was probably because they were all in the town of Solothurn at the annual market festival. I used to go myself, and was a few times on duty in the first aid tent as a helper, although on my shift there were only a few cuts and heat problems to solve. The later shift had more to do when the beer had began to flow in the evening and a few victims of the festivities appeared. The town is full of market stalls and everywhere there are restaurants with benches outside. There is a stage for various bands and in the evening it develops into a rock festival – nothing spectacular, just the local musicians. Needless to say my No. 1 son was not home in the evening, he had better things to do in the town.
Suddenly there was noise in the air at the top of the hill where I was sitting. On Saturday evening at 8.00 p.m. the church bells all ring together for a quarter of an hour and you could hear them from the local town and the surrounding villages, it is quite a concert.
The village church of Feldbrunnen also joined in, although I took the photo ten minutes before the bells began to ring. I decided it was time to make the descent as I had now recovered enough from the steep climb up the hill (for me). I discovered that walking down the slope was much easier and quicker than walking up and of course there were cows in the field at the bottom of the path – again. You just cannot escape from them in our village, they are everywhere: where there is grass, a cow is not far away.
I was soon home again so Mr. Swiss could breathe a sigh of relief. You may ask why he does not accompany me on my walks, that is quite easy. He walks normally, with a spring in his step, in spite of the eight years plus age difference. He would reach the castle on the upwards path about half an hour earler than me. I like to do it in my own slow motion pace. In any case he likes to watch the daily news on the TV in the evening and has peace and quiet when I am on one of my marathon walks.
He said “they” predicted it might rain in the night so I put my plants on the table on the porch. Otherwise they have a new place balanced on the scaffolding in front of our appartment where they have light and air. This morning I looked outside when rising and realised it had not rained, and today it will not rain. We have dull skies, but I am convinced the sun will appear some time this morning.
Wihing you all a restful Sunday and a pleasant day.
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