It’s snowing up there on the Jura mountains, but the rain clouds are hovering. You can also see the pylons for the cable car to take you up to our local mountain, Weissenstein, but I am glad to be in the lowlands at the moment. It only rains once, but all the time. Nothing special, just that soaking feeling you get after a few minutes of being out in it.
Our gardeners finished their job almost yesterday, and the tiling is nearly completed. We now have two draininge pipes from the balconies above which is no big deal, but the tiling around the pipes has to be finished. Otherwise I will have to get my No. 1 son organised over the week-end. I have a horse chestnut tree in a very large pot that I had to shift into my front garden. I grew it myself from a chestnut and it flower this year for the first time after 15 years. Now the garden is more or less back to normal it will be shifted back to the edge on the tiles and it needs a strong person to do it. I also have two canna plants in two separate pots which will now have to be shifted to the cellar for the Winter. No. 1 son will be busy today.
The canna are the one on the left and the third from the right. They are heavy, but with the help from our trolley, son No. 1 can shift them into the cellar. Then my front garden will be back to normal. I can really breathe out now, life is wonderful without a scaffolding. The two yellow flowering plants are my calla, and they went to the cellar a couple of weeks ago. I have had these plants at least 10 years and they grow every year.
In the meanwhile our avenue to the supermarket changes every time we drive through it. The leaves have now almost disappeared completely. Autumn is saying goodbye. I find it the most inspiring season of the year for the camera: the changing colours and its atmosphere.
Even the indoor plants in the store are getting more interesting. This is a protea, one of my favourite flowers and I am sure it is a relation of the triffid, but is not so dangerous. I found this wonderful guide site for the triffid to help clarify what it actually is, but I would advise you to read “The Day of the Triffids” by John Wydham to get the gory details. They always appear in the stores in Winter and the assistant told me that they are not available during the warmer months.
And now to make my way into the realms of my abode. Saturday is a day that I do nothing special, because it is a Saturday. I will send Mr. Swiss into town for a few odds and ends and to enquire at the local telephone shop the situation with the Apple X phone. I like to make preparations before buying expensive toys.
Have a good start to the week-end and beware of the Triffids, They might bite if you tread on one of them.