That is what the label said in the supermarket, although they seem to be a special sort of daisy.
That is what the label said in the supermarket, although they seem to be a special sort of daisy.
You are surrounded by metal and wood from the builder’s scaffolding and then it begins to rain. Make the most of it and take a photo, you might be lucky and catch a few action spashes.
What color do you feel most comfortable wearing?
Mr. Swiss says blue because of my blue eyes (she says flashing her eye lashes). I am more into blues, violets, although I quite like black. Black is easy, you can never do anything wrong. I also like wearing red, even yellow: no browns or greens. After wearing school uniform for six years, the basic colour being green, I never want to wear green again.
What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)
I would first of all have to get permission from my cat. She would not give permission, although she does have some canine friends, but online only. If I really could choose, it would be a dog that no-one wants, a stray. But otherwise, just to be Swiss, I would not mind a St. Bernhard. In the meanwhile I leave you with a photo of my friend’s dog. He was found roaming the streets of Croatia as a stray and she adopted him through an agency.
He always wears his little sock for protection because of an foot injury, but he is a happy little dog, known as Fuzzy. Today I met him with his owner and he was looking especially fluffy and well groomed. Apparently he had just been to the groomer for a new hairstyle.
List at least five favorite flowers or plants.
Deadly Nightshade, Delphinium, Cannabis, poison ivy, Wolf’s Bane. I always did have a hang to black humour and it will soon be halloween 🙂
What inspired you this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
Seeing some Autumn colour in the surroundings. I like summer, but Autumn is a good end to the hot sticky weather and the colours are made for photos.
Just because you know the material, it does not make you an expert on passing on your knowledge to others. We once had a history teacher in the school. She was very original, a communst and would always give us a few pointers in her right direction. It was the time of the Cuba crisis when Kennedy and Chruschov were in disagreement. However, no bombs were dropped and everyone went home in peace. Our history teacher gave up teaching history on that day. She was trying to make history by informing us all what an idiot Mr. Kennedy was risking world peace, stupid man etc. etc.
We girls in the class, aged 13-14, loved that lesson. We learned nothing, had a good laugh afterwards, and the history books were not even opened. Otherwise she had a super system of teaching. “Open your books at page ……, and make notes” and then she would be marking papers or whatever teachers did, we would be making notes, and when the bell rang she left the clasroom. They were super lessons – for her. The funny thing was when i took my final exam I passed, although I must admit thanks to intensive learning by heart from the book and coincidentally learning the right thing. It was economic history as they did not have enough books for everyone to learn political history. Whilst many were discovering the cause for various british wars, we were learning how the manor was organised with crop roataion in the dark ages and all about the corn laws. Today I have not got a clue.
I was a teacher once at one stage in my life. Being a young mother and not having time during the day I began to work at the local evening school teaching english. At the time No. 2 son was on its way, so I did it all with a bump. However, it was fun, a mixed group of housewives and people going on holiday to english speaking countries. I did not have a clue about teaching, only the englih language, but speaking english is not the same as imparting your knowledge to others. Teachers learn how to do that. I was something I learned with my classes. I got on OK with the ladies in the course, they were not fussy and more or less let them decide what they wanted to learn, but I was unqualified. I think even my basic knowledge of english grammar was on unsteady legs. However we all survived and baby bump No. 2 was produced with no problems when I had finished my teaching episode.
Mr. Swiss now and again has to teach me things, mainly to do with the Swiss way of life: things like tax forms or how to drive a car with your husband. It is fantastic to hear what he knows, what he can do, but I am not so sure he was teaching me, it was more like showing me how good he could do it and I must say, I admired his knowledge. He was perfect in knowledge, but somehow his teaching qualities were not exactly perfect.
No, teachers are not born teachers, they have to know how to impart their knowledge on their victims and that is not easy.
I decided to treat myself to some toast for breakfast this morning. As I now have my favourite black cherry jam, what could be better. I had the remainders of toast bread from the week-end. There was a special offer in the supermarket for super smoked salmon flavoured with limes and otherwise, so I made the most of it and yesterday evening, instead of choisi de frigidaire, I actually prepared smoked salmon with toast, garnished with echalotte and all the trimmings. We also needed toast for Saturday evening, as it was only Mr. Swiss and I so I made mushrooms in a cream sauce on toast – a sort of Swissy thing. Son No. 1 was away on a music evening and does not eat mushrooms. This morning I decided to round it off with toast for breakfast, otherwise it hangs around, no-one eats it and eventually it goes to the garbage.
I was thinking about a short walk with the camera yesterday evening, but decided why bother when it is so comfortable at home. To compensate I took a walk around my garden, which was more a hop than a walk as I do not live on an estate.
It was then that I saw a splash of colour on the edge of the garden which I was sure was a buddleia. I used to have many, but they all gave up at the same time and now I only have one large bush, the blue variety. I then remembered that about two years ago I noticed a new mini buddleia was growing in the garden, a product of seeds most likely. I remember telling our gardner to replant it on the edge of the garden and then I forgot it. It has now been quietly growing and the first flower has now appeared. I like them as they are uncomplicated, do their own thing and attract butterflies, although this year the butterflies have been rare – blame it on the building work.
I then crossed the boundary of the garden to the wild meadow and was surprised to find a late dandelion. They usually appear in Spring, shed their seeds for the next year and go back to sleep. This one decided to stay a while and made a bee very happy, so of course I decided to take their portrait before they disappeared forever. We have noticed that temperatures are no longer as warm as they were. It is not cold, but there is a definite Autumn nip in the air, especially in the morning. We are still sleeping with open windows, but the time will soon come when temperatures drop and they will be closed.
The builders report is now going to an end. The building company will be leaving us at the end of the week. Their final work will be flattening the surfaces of the building to prepare for the painters. That will be a very messy job and windows will be kept closed, although I do not expect that it will take longer as a day on our walls. It is the bits and pieces that float down from above that is the problem, being on the ground floor.
Today is a day of shopping and getting into the wide world again as long as it is still there. With the idiots in charge of various countries – are you listening Kimmy boy and Trumpy, you never know what little games they want to play now. Germany is now preparing for elections and there was the so called “elefant” round on the TV yesterday evening: a discussion between Chancellor Merkle and her oppositon guy Mr. Schulz. They were very polite and both very capable talkers. I can imagine that Merkle will win the elections again. She has been the chancellor for many years now.
And now to leave you with a photo of our rowan trees which now have their famous orange berries. I had been watching the tree from our garden, but was too lazy to take a walk for a photo. Silly me, I used my 300 lens yesterday for a closer photo. Never thought of doing that before.
Enjoy the day, even it if is Monday. The end of the week will come soon enough.
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