Good Morning

Morning Sky

And another day breaks over the tiny village of Feldbrunnen in Switzerland, illuminating the scaffolding and the vegetation. What daily excitement will occur today, what actions will take place. In the distance the noise of an electric saw can be heard – are they sharpening the guillotine once again? And suddently three men appeared on the edge of the garden: all were looking upwards. One was dressed in white, the uniform of the builders, but no, the builders have gone, moved on to their next victims. I was watching from a safe place in the kitchen, half hidden by my computer. Suddently I saw one of them quickly glance in my direction, but turned his head again. He did not want me to notice that I was under observation.

I was debating whether to approach them with the words “take me to your leader” as I had never seen these particular examples up to now. Could they be the painting team, organising where to begin? The leader was the man that was pointing his fingers everywhere, upwards and directly ahead to our living quarters. I became suspicious. His sidekick had a hard board with paper clipped to it and was writing notes. Yes we were again under observation, they’re here, the poltergeists are amongst us again. Suddenly they moved on – the second phase begins.

In the meanwhle Mr. Swiss found it was about time that we got our permanent metal blinds back again. Will this never end?


In the meanwhile strange things are happening to my  basil. It was a super arrival in the local supermarket. Instead of the normal small economy pots, it was a mega pot with a promising Summer harvest of basil leaves to garnish my tomato salads with the accompanying mozarella cheese, one our our favourites. It was ideal, however, even this basil became possessed, infiltrated with strange yellow strings growing from the top. They resemble economy sized lianas from a rain forest. Admittedly it rains now and again here, but I have never seen this before. If they were roots, they would grow downwards, but these are growing horizonatally, even upwards. Strange things are happening in our village this year. I decided to remove these curious growths, but changed my mind. Did I hear a scream as I tried to remove one of these yellow strands, and did I see the others now stretching in a combined movement in my direction. I decided to leave this plant alone. It is now outside. Last week three of my favourite builders suddently disappeared and have never been seen since.

Yes, there are strange things happening in Feldbrunnen.

In the meanwhile life goes on as usual. A journey to the supermarket this morning to replenish food supplies. We have decided on fried potatoes with the national Swiss sausage, a cervelat. I notice that brussel sprouts are again appearing after their summer interval. No. 1 son is working all day, and does not eat green vegetables, so here is our chance to make the most of the opportunity.

I must now move on, the vacuum cleaner is calling. Enjoy the day and beware of strange men in the garden and strange growths on your plants – you never know.

Garden Ornament 16.09.2017

11 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. Back after a short absence – your basilic is looking bizarre, I too have never seen anything like this.
    Mine grows best when outside in the warmth and sun…. maybe it got far too much water? But I’m intruiged where this is going. Tomato salad with mozzarella, onions & basilic is one of my favourite summer treats too.

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    • They look like roots growing upwards and sideways. Have no idea what they are. I always keep my basil outside. It doesn’t seem to get enough water and dries out quite quickly.


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