Daily Prompt: Tending to Everything


Life is not the same when you cannot do what you usually do. I am hobbling around with a broken leg/femur waiting for the day when everything will get better. Everyone tells me it it will eventually. I now resemble my plants, hanging on and waiting for the big revival.

It is all the odds and ends I always dealt with. Everywhere I go I leave a trial. Thie morning I cooked lunch, Mr. Swiss was out doing some shopping. I dropped a garlic clove on the floor and had to think about it before I actually managed to pick it up again, because the floor is at the edge of my operating field. The next thing to fall were some onion skins and a paper handkerchief was floating in a downwards movment. I felt helpless I could not stop it. Mr. Swiss arrived home and cleared up the remains.

In the meanwhile, my plants: nothing special in January. The amaryllis flowers were no more, their leaves beginning to take over. I should also give the orchids some water. It is amazing how a small interruption into daily life alters everything. It is usually just part of my life, but now it has to be organised. Mr. Swiss is not really an indoor gardener, he just likes a bit of green in the apartment and so I now have to give him instructions of what to water and when and how.


I have plants which are putting a brave face on it, as I am with my movement problems. The Christmas cactus even produced a few flowers and is expanding. No signs of death by drought up to now. Even the last year’s poinsettia is growing, reaching for new heights. And I look on and hope for survival.

You begin to rethink your situation. Are these things so important? The table top with a nice neat display, the plants with their organised good looks. After a midday sleep making the bed up again so that it is neat and tidy, and the bathroom with marks on the side of the bowl that you usually clean away as soon as they appear.  Eventually you don’t see these things any more, because important is how you feel and whether life is getting better.

Or as Gilbert Becaud says L’important c’est la rose (The rose is important).

Daily Prompt: Tending to Everything

Good Morning


I did it, I managed to leave my bed after thinking about it. It is not so easy when your left leg is taking a holiday and is not sure how to do it. Sometimes I can do it on my own and sometimes I need a strong helping hand.

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At approximately 5.00 a.m. I heard the sound of a trumpet and rassle from the road that leads to our town of Solothurn. I then remembered today is the first day of our local Fasnacht which is the name for it in Switzerland. It is carnival time.  There are various customs attached to it. On the  Thursday morning those that partake dress in a long white nightshirt with a red scarf around their neck. They collect aanything that makes a noise. It might be a proffessional rattle or drum, or it could be a few metal implements from the kitchen that you can bang along with. As long as it starts with noise everything is well. A procession forms in town and the noise begins for an hour. We call it Chesslete and there is an Oberchessler that leads the group around town. It is all very organised. After the fun the people disperse to various restaurants for a Flour Soup and cheese cakes, another tradition. Flour Soup is brown, medium thick with salt and pepper.

Around 8.00 a.m. this part is finished. Some remain in town and carry on with the merriment, others go to work. I remember the days some of my colleagues would arrive in the office still dressed in their nightshirts.  The whole thing carries on until next week on Wednesday with various traditions. Each Fasnacht town does its own thing. Luzern also have their tradition at the same time as ours, and mostly steal the limelight from Solothurn. There will be a procession of groups dressed up according to a theme and in the evening the restaurants are full. Some people even take a week’s holiday as when  you turn night into day, work does not go so well.

I was never  fan of this carnival thing: too much stress and I am not the type to force a smile and be merry when I am not in the mood.

Talking of processions I heard that Trump again had a dream and will be having a big one in the States showing all his newest toys known as weapons. This will be quite an expensive undertaking and a study in logistics. Who will pay for it I am not sure, but am sure it will not be Trimp. Although these military processions are quite a thing. I remember one in our local town once, some sort of war anniversary. We had centurion tanks moving passed our window and they are big. Also a little disconcertaing when you see how it could be if war would break out. The houses shook and the noise was deafening as the tanks moved along the road.

Armoury, Solothurn

Although Switzerland is a neutral country, we still have our defence system. There are mountains which are hollow, full of chambers storing various tanks, guns and other weapons. Every able bodied man is a soldier with his rifle in the cupboard or under the bed at home. My No. 2 son was one of these a few years ago, that is why I sort of know how it works. He also had a sealed paket of ammunition and when the enemy arrives permission is given to open the ammunition and have it ready for action. OK, it sounds good, but I suppose we all have to be prepared for something. The photo is not modern day Swiss weaponry, but from our local arsenal musem from the good old days.

And now to move on. At the moment I am living a life of leisure with my injured leg and Mr. Swiss is putting new linen on the beds. He will be going into town afterwards, but just for some exercise. The fridge is full, ready and waiting.

Have a nice one, see you later.

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