Yes well sheep have their own ideas. There is nothing like a sniff in the right place at the right time.
Daily Archives: 06/12/2017
Mundane Monday Challenge #138: Sowing the Seeds
The gardeners were putting the finishing touches to the recovery of my lawn after 8 months of building work. This young lady had the work of distributing the grass seeds – almost biblical.
Flower of the Day: 06.12.2017 Gladiolus
I think it is the first time I have posted a gladiolus on this page. I do not really like them. I had a plant once in the garden, but I found it boring.
Daily Prompt: Saintly? who me?
OK, let’s get one thing straight. It is not my intention to be disrespectful and I find tolerance should exist above all. I am an atheist and so writing about saints is not really my thing.
I took a walk with my camera in our local cathederal some years ago and discovered that the saints were all locked away, behind bars. I suppose there was a reason for it. Perhaps they preferred to be amongst themselves. No good having too many saints walking around. I have never been visited by a saint and now I know why.
This is really not my theme. I only visit churches for weddings, christenings and funerals. Of course I like to take photos of churches, they have some interesting subjects, like saints behind bars. I am still thinking that one over. I have never tried to be saintly, have no urge to become a saint and it is a profession with no good future. I discovered that all the saints I have heard of passed away many years ago. Some even suffered tragic deaths like burning or being stoned. Of course there are modern day saints that are deemed as such by the church authorities.
I decided to find out about this saint thing, as I might be missing something, so I fed my computer with How to become a saint. It is all in the link, but you have to be patient. Just getting canonised does not mean you are automatically a saint. It takes at least 5 years after you are dead, but some saints have had to wait more than a couple of 100 years to achieve saint status. You have to have lived a holy life, so that cancels me out. I then read about the heoic virtue and decided that writing blogs is not really heroic, or shopping in the supermarket also does not qualify, although I have fought many battles at the cash till.
The last step of qualification are verified miracles. Note, it is in the plural, just one miracle is not enough. I never turned water into wine, but I did once insert a new fuse when the lights went out at home: let their be light and there was light. I also converted my old Windows 7 computer to Windows 10, and that was a sort of miracle beause I know for a fact that not everyone was successful.
I did have a saintly vision yesterday afternoon when I saw that the sun tried to shine through the mist, but it gave up after half an hour. Of course I would be the first Saint Angloswiss to get the job. One day in the future perhaps someone in the right place will stumble across my blogs and then….. forget it. I do not want to become a saint, I have enough stress already in my life and in death I want to be left alone to do my own thing.
Good Morning
I was expecting a glorious sun rise, hearing choirs singing and fireworks. Instead the only lights were from the christmas decorations belonging to the neighbours and a foggy, misty morning. After all it is my birthday today, and you would think an effort could have been made somewhere in the sky. On the other hand I am not alone in celebrating. Today is also St. Nicholas Day which means that the Santa Claus appears in many parts of Europe bringing Christmas biscuits, sweets and various nuts for the kids. I am sharing my birthday with a few million kids. This has an advantage that no-one actually forgets your birthday. I only really remember most people’s birthdays due to Facebook, but mine never seems to be forgotten. No big deal this year, as I am 70 +1 year. Last year was the big one.
Yesterday I had the feeling that I was being watched by a flock of birds. I think Alfred Hitchcock got his idea to make the film “Birds” from the sparrows. The gardiner had done a refurbish of my lawn which had suffered under the feet of the builders during the renovation work and the gardiners had resowed grass seed. My birds have their own canteen, a birdhouse, which is always full of seeds. I actually have the fattest birds in the area. However this is not enough and I caught them yesterday sitting on my newly prepared lawn eating the grass seeds. I scared them away and they fled to the trees waiting for the next opportunity. They were sitting, watching and waiting. I was surrounded.
In the meanwhile a female blackbird appeared and also decided to take a walk around this newly prepared lawn. I am basically a bird lover and do look after them in the cold Winter days, but they are now pecking the hand that feeds them. Blackbirds dig deeper than sparrows I noticed. She often flies off with a worm in her beak. So she retired to the edge of the garden when she realised I was not welcoming her with open grass seeds and sat there watching for the next opportunity.
Today I will be celebrating my birthday by visiting the supermarket and perhaps treat myself to something special for lunch, instead of thre usual Bratwurst or hamburger. I am thinking a nice tender piece of beef with the trimmings.
I noticed they now have the Christmas Tree at the local supermarket, so I took a photo as I do not have a Chrismas Tree at home. Enjoy the day, a happy St. Nicholas Day to all.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 