I think it is some sort of cabbage that was growing in my neighbour’s garden.
I think it is some sort of cabbage that was growing in my neighbour’s garden.
They seem to be buds that are beginning to open.
When the St. Andrews Cross spider forms her egg sack, she protects it until her hundreds of children hatch and disperse.
When a swan has a partner, it is a partner for life and they both care for the babies.
It makes no difference where you are at home or what you are doing, somewhere somehow a light will be following you, it might even be bllinking to let you know it is there. We are in modern times. Just plugging into the mains, is no longer enough. It has to be illuminated to let you know it is doing its job. If you really want to do the job perfectly you have an electric rail with various possibilities for your different plugs.
I happened to find this one in the living room with various leads and plugs leading to a computer. Perhaps even a television is involved, but it is there to let you know that your electricity is under control.
Daytime is not such a bother, we have natural light from outside through the window. At night it is a different situation. I go to bed, hug my covers, turn the light off, or in my case close the cover of my iPad and telephone, and I can rest my eyes from the glare of the day.
You think so?
Your electric tooth brush is reloading the electricity it lost whilst your did your last cleaning operation before going to bed on a surface in the bedroom.
There is no escape from the luminescence of your various instruments, even when you want to sleep. You close your eyes and relax, but before falling asleep you notice a source of light in the bedroom. Did you forget to turn off a lamp, is your electronic alarm playing tricks? Of course not your toothbrush shows a line of green lights at the base. Be assured it is there and recharging to greet you again in the morning with full power. It might bother you, but you will get used to eventually. The green lights show you that it is still thinking of you before you sink into sleep
You turn in bed to face the other direction and escape this green luminescence, but in sleep you turn again and the green light reflects on your closed eyes. There is no escape. Today we live in a luminescent age.
In the morning you switch on your machine to heat the water for the tea or coffee. Mine radiats a blue light until the water boils just to let you know it is there. You want some toast, no problem. When the toast is ready the light on the toaster extinguishes, although the toast automatically pops up, so why do we need a light..
Lights accompany us throughout the day and night.
And now should really get a move on. Today is morning of the cleaning lady and so I have to get an earlier start so that she can begin with her work. I have my breakfast, take a shower and do some tidying up. When she arrives she can start work on the bathroom, afterwards the shower and I can retire to my computer. She is already here and busy. Mr. Swiss has left me for a quick tour of the supermarket he says, but I think he just needs a change of scenery now and again.
The weather is still hanging on. I thought yesterday would be a bit dismal, but it managed to brighten up, although I did not go anywhere. My physio therapist paid a visit and so I was busy exercising parts of my leg that I never knew existed. The usual lady is on a course, in England of all places, and her colleague arrived. It seems I am now at the advanced stage with walking without support, although I have to be careful. She suggested that we could now practice standing up from the floor, but I told her no. When it happens by accident I have to call the rescue squad from the hospital to pick me up and I have no intention of trying such experiments. Perhaps one day. Although I have lost weight (from 82 Kilo now down to 78) I am still too heavy for a young lady to pick me up and forget Mr. Swiss. Picking me up in his arms was something from the early courtship days.
My gardeners paid a visit this week to tend to my lawn, which can only get better. They fed it with fertiliser, added some new seeds and now Mr. Swiss is dutifully giving it water at least three times a day. Otherwise I have a few flower beds and the gardener even passed a remark to his gardener colleague about my hyacinths, which are looking good. Of course I engaged him in a conversation, and was flattered to hear his comments, as gardeners can be very critical. I am especially pleased with my pink hyacinths. I planted a couple once and the bulbs somehow got lost, but produced many tiny little bulbs. At the beginning I got a few weedy leaves, but as the years went by there were a few miniature flowers and today they seem to have reached the age of a fully developed hyacinth. It seems the longer they stay, the better they become
I had another suprise this morning when I saw that my everlasting forget-me-nots had begun to flower. I got a few plants from my sister-in-law many years ago and now they flower regularly. They spread and I have patches all over the garden. The advantage is with this type of forget-me-not is that they do not have to be sewn every year. The plant remains and is one of the first to arrive in Spring. They are known as Siberian Bugloss.
It looks like another good day today for a wheelie in my chair, but my assistant is away this afternoon, so I have no-one to let me out or in with my chair. This is no big problem, as I will sit outside on the porch with my computer. Now that daylight stays longer in the evening, I will probably go for a trip after the evening food, which I actually prefer. It begins to get dark around 8.00 in the evening at the moment, so that is no problem.
And now I must go, I should report in the kitchen to begin cooking the daily lunch. Those of you that have spring, I hope you can enjoy it and those downunder may the Autumn be a good one. I will leave you with my daffodils which have also now appeared in my garden. There are some days which are just perfect.
Je gratte, donc je suis
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