Daily Prompt: Branch

Trees 16.02 (6)

It all began with a branch: there were no leaves involved, not even a twig, but branches can be difficult to organise. It was the storm of the century, or was it the month, perhaps of the world. Whilst the news stations were discussing its proportions, the branches were falling. It was when that particular branch fell, blocking the entrance to Mrs. Smith’s house it began to get critical.

She called the local authorities, but suddenly the call cut off. The wires had been destroyed by a falling branch. In the meanwhile the dogs were having the time of their lives. At last there were enough branches for every dog. Each dog had its own branch in its jaws. The fire brigade was called to the rescue, but they could not help. Branches had fallen onto the trucks and their radio was not functioning, because the power lines were down due to the damage caused by the branches.

Mrs. Smith was now desperate, her dog was now collecting more branches and leaving them outside the house. After a week of falling branches the village was no longer a village because you could only see branches. This was happening all over the world. Many thousands of years later civilisation had disappeared as we knew it. Everyone lived in caves until one day two branches fell and ignited a spark. Fire was discovered and the whole civilisation thing started up again.

You think this is silly, so do I, but who knows, it could have happened this way. In the meanwhile the dogs were living in nicely constructed kennels. That is called evolution.

Daily Prompt: Branch

Good Morning

Road to Solothurn 05.03 (1)

Yesterday they let me out and I was determined to take the camera with me. Mr. Swiss and I both had to visit the doc to give up a few samples of our precious body juice. This was the first time I hit the road since a few weeks. I do not count the quick visits to the hospital and doc to remove the stitches from my leg because I did not have the camera with me. It was not such an easy task getting dressed as I noticed my hands were no longer so good with buttons and zips. Tying shoes was also a problem. If only everything was as easy as typing on the computer keyboard, but I did it. The doc has her surgery on the top 6th floor of the building, but there is a lift. A problem were the steps up to the building, but there was a wooden ramp for those like me that need some sort of assistance on wheels.

This time I was determined that photos would be shot. The first was the road to freedom, leaving the village. There were only a few remainders of the three day snow attack we had, and as temperatures were now climbing steadily, most of it had disappeared.

Road to Solothurn 05.03 (7)

We drove over the Rive Aar and I noticed there was nothing new. I was just happy to snap away with the camera. It was a quick operation at the docs and we were back home again in an hour. Yesterday evening I was busy uploading the 20 photos I took and realised how much I had missed my normal daily life.

Road to Solothurn 05.03 (21)

Just the normal daily scenes driving back over our bridge with the Jura mountains as a backdrop to the town of Solothurn made me feel better. I have now decided I must definitely get out more with my wheelchair: sitting around at home is not the ideal way to spend the day. My physio therapist will be calling tomorrow and now that the weather has improved, perhaps we can go places and see things.

We were all later this morning. Mr. Swiss slept longer and as an exception I was the first one up. I was without a computer, as Mr. Swiss usually prepares it for me on the kitchen table. I moved onto plan B and hobbled around with some cleaning and prepared the meal which is now slowly cooking. I have done my morning ablutions and am now set to go.

There is always a bright side to life somewhere, you just have to find it.

Mr. Swiss is now on the way to the supermarket (we have no cheese) and I have decided to have a nice relaxed morning with a book, I, me and myself.

Have a good day, see you around.

Crocus