Flower of the Day: 02.12.2017 Abutilon

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I know very little about these flowers. They were selling them in the store and they looked good with many flowers. They also grew well in the garden from August until end of November almost. A disadvatage is that they like to hang their flower heads and it is difficult to get a photo of the actual flower.

Flower of the Day: 02.12.2017 Abutilon

Daily Prompt: You are as old as you feel

7 ages of man Wyss Garten Center 26.05 (7)

Are you really? The statues are the seven ages of man in one of our local garden centres, but I am only showing the last three stages. Let us for get the others, they no longer apply. What is age, just a number, but one day the numbers have a different meaning. The first 50 years are not bad. You can still move, and even remember the names of people that you see now and again on the street.

Today it is different.

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss.”

“Hello vnskdjfsdfolsjfkls murmer murmer” (hoping that he or her does not realise that you no longer remember their name. It was not so long ago, after all I worked with them for at least 10 years if not more, I would see them every day in the office. We would exchange information about our families, how we were feeling, what we were doing. How comes I forgot it all: at least there was recognition on my side.

And then the shopping lists which you now have to write on your phone. No good using handwriting, because you cannot read it by the time you get to the shop. Mr. Swiss also writes on the phone. Thank goodness for modern day techology. We golden oldies would be lost without it. What I write he sees and what he alters or adds I get as well. You then see two golden oldies with their mobile phones in their hands. They are not calling anyone, but eliminating the stuff on the list that you already have in the trolley. Of course when you arrive home you have everything, or do you? Neither of you remembered to write “bread”. Of course not, you always remember bread. 🙂 Luckily you have a bread in the freezer ready for such emergencies in case you might forget.

Back to the photo. I would say that we are both the third on the right. Not that we need a support at home. We can hold onto a wall, a door, a cupboard, a table, or sink into a chair. Mr. Swiss now has back problems combined with painful walking movements. We arrive at the supermarket and he leaves me to rest a while on a bench whilst I support myself with the trolley and begin to work through the list. After some time he joins me. If you see the middle picture, it is me with my walking stick. It has become my companion, never go anywhere without it.

On the other hand Mr. Swiss loves jazz, not too modern, but definitely not traditional. I would class it as mainstream. I am also partial to it, although I belong more to the Beatles and Stones generation: even a little bit of hard rock which does no damage, just perhaps to the ears. We like to move with the times, but the times do not always move with us.

Age gets us all eventually. I hear about these young at heart that still go on trips to other countries at the age of 80, or take part in all sorts of active sports. Did I see a 106 year old complete a race somewhere in facebook? Great, I am glad if I can walk to the neighbour’s house without having to rest on the way. Must be doing something wrong.

And now I am approaching the last figure on the left with the pig. Why fool yourself, it will happen. I remember my dad dancing at every opportunity if there was a family get together. My last memories were of an elderly man pushing a zimmer frame in his extra care appartment.

Where are the days gone when I had four kids at home, cooking meals for all, organising life and falling into bed in the evening with exhaustion. I am now exhausted when I leave the bed in the morning. Today after lunch I had my midday sleep. I awoke, but decided hugging the bed was great, and so I stayed and fell asleep again.

At least the guy in the last photo has a laugh on his face, and so do I now and again.

Trafalgar Square, London Aged 9-10
Even I was young once – Trafalgar Square, London, feeding the pigeons.

Daily Prompt: You are as old as you feel

Good Morning

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The early bird catches the worm they say, but this magpie decided to stay on the tree and not dig for worms in the snow. I took this photo yesterday as this morning it is grey and cold with a remaining layer of snow from yesterday. This morning we spread the bread remains and the crows and magpies have had their breakfast and now I am having mine. I am tealess at the moment. I finished my english breakfast tea and also my Lady Grey so the tins are empty. I also forgot to get my peppermint tea in the supermarket. I found a box of camomille tea bags on the shelf, so am making do with that. Not my favourite, and I only have it for midicinal purposes, so I suppose it cannot do any harm. I do not drink coffee as it does not like me. What a miserable way to start the day without a cup of english breakfast.

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There was quite a coming and going at the birdhouse yesterday, but as our blind was frozen to the ledge I had to wait for photos until later when the sun’s warmth managed to thaw it out. A great tit was suspended on a food parcel. Otherwise I must have had at least 20 sparrows pecking the seeds on the ground that had fallen from the birdhouse. I wanted to take a photo but they are publicity shy it seems, and they flew away.

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We eventually made our way to the supermarket yesterday morning, defying the snow covered roads. It was not as bad as it could be as the local authorities had been at work getting the roads in a suitable condition. They spread salt on the icy surfaces and the main road was clear. It was just a few patches on side roads that were a bit dodgy, but we arrived safely.

Hair

Guess where I was in the late afternoon? Yes, a visit to Heidi, my hairdresser, was on the programme. I had a late appointment and she had kindly offered to drive me home afterwards as I would be the last customer of the day. She is my neighbour from over the road. Mr. Swiss dropped me off in town. As you can see from the snippets of hair, my colour is naturally grey with some remains of black in between, but not many. After the operation Heidi drove to the door of the saloon to pick me up and even accompanied me to the entrance of our appartment block when we arrived home. It was still quite icy on the side paths and I was glad for her support.

Today I have no excitement planned. Mr. Swiss will go into town for a few bits and pieces, including tea. I will be a stay-at-home housewife and have some ironing to do. I usually tune up my radio whilst ironing, listening either to the LBC station (London’s Leading Conversation) or a jazz sender from Canada, Jazz 24. My iPad is very versatile.

I will leave you with a frosty view of the roads. The trees can be very pretty in Winter. Have a good day, be careful of the ice and snow if you have any, and beware of sunburn if you happen to live down-under.  What a funny world we live in. And stay tuned to WP, I will be back later.

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