Something nice and colourful, a summer mixture to remind us that it was here and gone again.
Something nice and colourful, a summer mixture to remind us that it was here and gone again.
Not so much halloween, as we don’t have halloween. It was our carnival season a few years ago and I took a few photos.
And that’s that. Same place some time next year again.
Pumpkins in our town
“Morticia I’m home.”
“And how was your night out with the boys on halloween.”
“Oh it was great. First of all we talked about the good old days down at the graveyard. Of course we all paid a visit to our first victims, reminiscing about how it was when we were still apprentices. The days before the blood banks.”
“Oh yes, Dracky, they were the days. I met up with the girls and look what we found.”
“A dead pumpkin?”
“Looks like it, poor thing. It was laying in a corner leaning on the graveyard wall.”
“What am I supposed to do with it. Pumpkin is not part of my diet, it doesn’t even have a blood group.”
“Dracky you are so boring sometimes. Not everything has to have a blood group. Give it a bite, perhaps it might start breathing again.”
“You must be kidding. Never resuscitate a dead pumpkin, especially at halloween. You don’t know what it died from.”
“What’s the problem Dracky. You are undead, so you won’t die from biting a pumpkin. You could perhaps carve a nice face into the pumpkin with your teeth.”
“Well make up you minds will you, I am freezing and slowly going soft at the edges. The fairy vampire mother said that a bite from a vampire would bring me back to life again.”
“Who said that?”
“Dracky I think it was the pumpkin.”
“But Pumpkins don’t talk.”
“Of course we talk when we are bewitched. So do something about it.”
“Morticia put that smelly pumpkin into the garbage.”
“But Dracky you are hurting its feelings and it has started to cry.”
“Pumpkins don’t have feelings, they are dead.”
“I am not dead yet. The fairy vampire mother said I have a chance to become undead from a vampire bite. That means I could sit on your table all year. I would grow warts and might even produce a few vampire teeth. You would be the envy of all your undead friends.”
“The pumpkin is right Dracky. We would be the only vampire family with their own pet pumpkin.”
“Yes, great Morticia. Other vampires have pet wolves, and I have to take a pet pumpkin for walks?”
“Bite it yourself.”
“Won’t work Dracky, You bit me once and that was forever. You have to do an original bite.”
“But it’s full of slugs and other creepy crawlies. There might even be a spider inside. You know how they scare me. It would freeze the blood in my veins if I had any to freeze.”
“Dracky don’t be so miserable.”
“OK, perhaps just a small bite.”
“Since when can you do small bites.”
“OK, just for you Morticia.”
“Oh thankyou, thankyou, I have been returned to life.”
“Satisfied Morticia, we now have a pumpkin that has turned into a giant spider.”
“Come out of the cupboard Dracky, it is a harmless spider.”
This is not a sunrise this morning. The sun was already shining when I entered the kitchen, as there were no clouds. There is nothing more boring than a plain blue sky with no clouds. I took this photo yesterday about 11.00 a.m. Mr. Swiss nicely parked on the upper level of the parking space at the supermarket on the edge where I could stand and take a few photos of the area. I even caught the sun on the righthand side. Who would have thought that supermarkets could be such a good place for scenery of the day. The cranes belong to the new estate being built, so they will be there for some time.
I was so glad to get out yesterday, even if it was only a 5-10 minute car ride to the mall. It had been 4 days since I saw something different to my garden and the appartment and I needed to see other places. We still have pleasant temperatures during the day, although last night we had our first frost night. I did not notice anything, it was more on the open fields. Yesterday I recuited No. 1 son again to remove the remainders of my hosta leaves and some dried remains of the sweet pea. As an extra he also collected all the fallen leaves in the garden. He is really such a good help, and he does in a few minutes where I would need at least half an hour.
Yesterday was the garden collection service, so he also put out our two large green plastic containers containing all the garden refuse.
My physalis is still showing some colour in the garden. I am expecting them to go forth and multiply for next year. Apparently they do send out underground shoots. I noticed each one of these orange lanterns has a seed inside, so I am leaving this plant to do what it needs to do and am hoping for a garden full of them next year.
I finished my latest book yesterday. One of the Friedrich Glauser stories of the exploits of Sergeant Studer of the Bernese police force. The stories are from the late thirties, early forties, and are quite good. Glauser is one of my favourite Swiss authors. I have now finished Krock & Co (The Spoke in english): another murder mystery. The first victim is killed by a bicycle spoke through the lung and heart (very original) and the second is posoned. It all takes place in a hotel in the Eastern part of Switzerland at the wedding feast of Studer’s daughter who marries a police officer from Arbon, but that is only a side story to what happens. Of course not everyone’s choice as apart from knowing probably Dürrenmatt and Frisch, there are not many well known Swiss writers.
Otherwise there is not much happening in the exciting world of Mrs. Angloswiss. Autumn progresses and the leaves get less every day. Today I will clean the bathroom – big deal. This afternoon we will go to the place where they have household apparatus to help if you are a golden oldie that needs support now an again. This time we will be visiting Nieberbipp – never heard of it? No, I do not suppose you have. It is one of those places where they have stores for stuff that you do not find in towns, like electronic equipment and aids for the handicapped. I have a new description, I am handicapped.
Enjoy the day, I must begin my working day with the vacuum cleaner, sponge and mop and spraying the bathroom tiles, but I can do it. It is all a matter of mind over matter. Even Mao Ze Dong used the phrase, but I think he was talking more about the Chinese peasants taking over after starting a revolution. I am now beginning my revolution fighting in the bathroom. I am sure you will spend your day with more relaxing pasttimes than I will, but we will meet again after conquering our battles. Enjoy the day.
At the end of the day the last man removes the last screw, nut and bolt and goes home never to return again.
This photo was on the last day of July this year, still the days of the colours.
Not all the remains of Autumn are so wonderfully romantic and in brown and red tones, with green remains in between. The dead leaves in my garden resembled the survivors of a battle, the ones that were injured and eventually gave up. They wilted, were torn at the edges and had various strange marks from their fights with the wind and various insects. Eventually my No. 1 son collected them all. The main culprits were my hostas, the largest leaves of all which were reduced to a wilting mess. Luckily they gave up quite easily without a fight. Next Spring the new leaves will appear and survive a summer long until Autumn again arrives with its grim reaper.
Where do you eat breakfast?
When I leave my bed I head for the kitchen, fire up the computer and prepare my frugal breakfast of two slices of bread and jam accompanied by a cup of tea (without milk or sugar) and I am ready to go. I have two computers, but prefer the big Acer with windows 10 for breakfast. I use the Apple in the afternoon. The world is then in order and I can act stereo: a slice of bread in the right hand and in between greet everyone with a “Good Morning” on my computer. What could be better. Note I do not need fancy plates or knives and forks. I do the preparation on the kitchen top and kitchen paper serves very well to stop leaving sticky jam patches everywhere.
Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want have a evening with?
I began a discussion with Mr. Swiss – I decided this would lead nowhere, as we both have different ideas on an enjoyable evening. He is still nursing his injury after I threw a book at him when he said Sharon Stone. I would spend my evening with my Kindle and he would be at my side watching a crimi on the TV. What could be better. Who needs Brad Pitt or George Cloony.
If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?
Definitely a triffid – I know the photo is a protea, but it is about the nearest I could get as triffids seems to be camera shy. Triffids are the best of both worlds, plant and animal. They are also planning to take over the world, although some triffids have already infiltrated certain governments but they are the ones that remain more vegetable brained, than human. They were just the prototype.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
My oldest son is autistic and we visited his boss last week in the factory where he works to see how he is doing. We had a good discussion and things could not be better. He is a good worker. The nice thing about visiting is that the boss has a pet cockatoo. Not just a pet, but where the boss goes, the cockatoo goes as well, usually perched on his shoulder. I took a few photos – so meet Öttu (english Otto), the human cockatoo. He does not actually speak, he just thinks he does.
If you have decided on something new, then do it properly. Do not beat around the bush (or clouds in this case). go to the point. Join The Cloud Appreciation Society and read all about it in two of their publications. The book on the right is a general “know your cloud” book with all the variations and names. I quickly discovered that learning latin at school would have been an advantage knowing the cumulus, nimbostratus, cirrus and all the other various descriptions. Cloud is not just cloud. If you boil water you get a cloud in the kitchen. Its composition is similar to those hanging over our heads, being 100% water drops, but the ones outside have more space to spread and develop and go forth and multiply.
If you want it fluffy, then take a look at this one. It was hovering over my village of Feldbrunnen on 18th July, although it is not just one cloud, but a complete tribe.
The Cloud Collectors Handbook is more for the professionals like myself (I will get there one day). On the first page you write your name showing that this book belongs to only you. It is a hardcover book full of wonderful cloud illustrations in colour and you can record your cloud sightings, if you know what you are seeing. You do not upload such books on your Kindle. This is my one exception of smelling a real book and the feel of it. A cloud deserves more than an electronic device.
And so I am now walking around with my head in the clouds and a camera. Unfortunately this can lead to slight accidents if your foot remains in the wrong place: hanging around with the clouds can be a dangerous pasttime, but also a rewarding one.
I very much like this one, and I think it is called a cirro stratus. I am still not 100% certain of the names of these clouds, but I am getting there. I saw this one of 22nd September hovering over the Jura mountains as we were leaving the village. Am I boring you, yes I know, we cloud people do tend to get over enthusiatic when we begin to talk about our cloud collections.
Fluff used to be what my vacuum cleaner found when doing its work, but now the word has taken on another meaning. I used to take photos of the surroundings and now when Mr. Swiss drives off to the unknown I have my camera ready to follow the clouds along the road. I even now suggest that he parks on the top floor at the supermarket (there are only two floors, groud level and No. 2) because the view from the top is much better for taking cloud photos that are even hovering over the pre alps.
Sometimes the fluff gets a little confused and does not know which was to go. The life of a cloud is rarely longer than 10 minutes, so you have to be quick and ready for your photo. Is that why Mr. Swiss gets nervous when he sees me aiming at a cloud in the sky, wondering if I will survive? At least the last photo on my camera for the day will be memorable and definitely a cloud.
Enjoying life and the empty nest while easing into retirement,
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