The geese that laid the silver eggs
The geese that laid the silver eggs
I planted my first one about 15 years ago. I wanted to brighten up my privet hedge. My mum always called them “everlasting” as opposed to the annual variety, which are not really much and do not live long. These are forever: once planted they are indestructrable. They tend to grow in the colour in the photo, although I have also had white ones. They did brighten up my hedge, and in the growing season made attempts to take it over reaching out in all directions. They have also thrown their seeds all over our estate in the meadow, so has brightened up the meadow as well.
We live on a ball, a sphere. It is round and has many advantages. I took this photo yesterday afternoon: one of the first I made when I mounted the road to the local castle. It is an uphill road, the castle is at the top and so on a good day you can see a horitzon. If the day had been clearer, there would have been a mountain range to stop the horizon, but the horizon goes further. Of course you can climb over the mountains and what do you see? Another horizon of course. The world is full of horizons.
So basically speaking you never get to the horizon. You can take photos of it, but when is a horizon a horizon. Perhaps you see the sinking sun in the late evening, but it only sinks from my view. Somewhere in the world it is rising. Perhaps in Australia, just somewhere south of the equator. You can walk as much as you want to, travel as far as you want to but you will never arrive at the horizon, because there will be another horizon to replace it. Yes, horizons are boring, they are one of nature’s disappointments.
If we had a flat earth, it would be so much more exciting. The horizon is always in front of you and suddenly you arrive at the horizon. At last you are beyond the horizon. Now you have to be careful as it could be that you fall off the edge as there will be no horizon, just an empty void. Hower, that is where the horizon fails to disappoint, because you have been there and done it. There is an alternative. If you reach the edge of your disc you can cling onto it and walk across the other side. This would depend on the law of gravity also existing on the other side of the disc to stop you falling off. You would just have to cling on until you reach: yes, the horizon on the other side. The problem is still not solved, because after your climb over the edge you arrive again on the flat top surface of your flat world and see? Yes another horizon.
Let’s face it, horizons are good sights to take a photo of and Christoper Columbus would never have discovered the new world. There would be no hamburgers, no potato chips, no condensed milk and no Brad Pitt. Perhaps having a horizon is an advantage after all.
Udo Lindenberg says it in his song “Hinterm Horizont” meaning Behind the Horizon. It’s in German, but one of my favourites.
No photo from a rising sun or clouds and a wonderful sky this morning. It is not worth it when everything is grey and it is raining. There is a cold wind blowing again. Yesterday we had a small break, although a little bit of snow and rain in between and now the weather winds are back. Whilst Germany and Holland are still clearning away the destruction from the last storms, a new one is hovering around.
I decided to show the progress of my cyclamen. I am quite pleased. New flowers are appearing and it looks like it is on a survival course. It will be the first time that a cyclamen has survived for more than three days in my home.
Yesterday I made the most in the break in the weather and took a trip in the area. We too have a few patients as a result from the storm and this guy was busy chopping up the remains of a tree, which seems to be quite a big tree. Looks like there will be plenty of fuel for fires this year.
I also managed to get a little closer to the trees that I usually can only take photos of when in a moving car at a distance. We seem to have a good crop of mistletoe growing on our trees. I don’t know what sort of tree this is exactly, but it already has catkins hanging from the branches due to the milder winter weather we are having. I also noticed in the cemetery that the cherry trees already have little red dots on the branches. I hope that we do not get a freeze to kill the flowers before they have a chance to blossom. Last year it looked wonderful when I took a walk .
Today will be a stay-at-home day most probably and take it easy. At the moment I seem to be eternally searching for stuff at home. I wanted to put my empty cup in the kitchen from my desk and thought whilst I was on my way I could get something in the kitchen that I needed. Unfortunately when I arrived in the kitchen I had already forgotten what I wanted to get. This sort of thing seems to happen often at the moment. I do usually remember eventually, but I have to search to find out what my original intention was. This is definitely a sign of goldenoldieism. Mr. Swiss has the same problem. Sometimes we are just two golden oldies walking around trying to remember why we are walking around.
We all have our various complaints and problems in age, but the forgetfulness seems to be a big part of it. This is one of the reasons I now tend to jot everything down in my mobile phone. I even have a section titled “Reminder”, although I often forget what I wanted to remind myself of.
Yesterday I had problems uploading my instant photos from my telephone to my photo host on the computer. It was not working all morning. This was really frustrating as I realised how much I appreciate this service. At lunchtime we Swiss citizens all got a big apology from Swisscom, our telephone hoster, because their system broke down yesterday morning. It seems to have been a software failure. That is Swiss precision for you. It is not the first time. The private suppliers were all working as normal.
Anyhow, time to move on, I have things to do. Mr. Swiss is busy hoovering away the dirt I brought home yesterday after my wheelie in the local cemetery. I now have a warning to avoid paths with mud and stones.
I suppose you do tend to collect muck if a river runs through it. Keep safe and well. I will see you later.
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