Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: June 3, 2018


I think this is a so-called bluebottle, although for me it is green. We were eating pizza on the porch (self made) yesterday evening and the family dropped in to say hello.  Perhaps they were Italian blue bottles.

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Just a couple of months ago it was an empty field and now the oats are growing thick and fast.

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I definitely had a feeling that I was being watched.

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: June 3, 2018

Ragtag Daily Prompt #3: Imagination

Imagination is the part of my life that I need, that keeps me going. I need an escape from real life. I want to forget the news about wars and destruction. I like to lose myself in another world now and again, and so I read. I do not read books with paper and hard covers, they are too heavy for my hands. I do not want to smell them or feel them. I have a cellar with six bookcases of real books as well as a living room with king sized full book shelves and believe me they do not smell good after so many years. I have a bilingual household in German and english,  Mr. Swiss being german speaking.  When we got together we caught up on the books we read. German literature also has its own world as well as english, and after 51 years of life in Switzerland, my german (actually Swiss German) is good enough to read the german books in the original language.

So I have a bilingual world of books at my Kindle hands.  On the photo you only see the last five books I have read from a total of over 300 books on the Kindle. I can upload a new book in a few seconds and begin reading, no matter what the language. My taste is often a little strange, often a little supernatural fantasy, even some steam punk now and again and of course detective novels mainly based in England.

I like to keep up with new publications. I love reading books from London, especially if they deal with areas I know. The county of Essex plays quite a large part with its strange witchy stories. Essex borders on the eastern part of London where I grew up. The imagination plays a large part of my book life, imagining how the people look, their daily life and adventures and – wouldn’t it be interesting to partake in the story.  Knowing the places where it happens is also a big plus. I can really get carried away.

Apples 2018

But I also have a realistic side of life, although I need my imagination as encouragement. When we bought our ground floor apartment, with adjoining gardens back and front, I began to plant things. One of these things was a small apple tree, imagining free apples for life. Although they did not happen to that extent, we do have quite an amount of free apples during Autumn according to the harvest conditions: usually about 2-300 apples. This year looks like a record year. Warm weather and sun and enough rain seem to have given the tree a boost. Last year was a poor harvest, but we had an army of builders renovating our block trampling around in their heavy boots.

They have now gone to annoy someone else and the tree has awoken to new life. Mr. Swiss said it looks like a record harvest and on one branch alone I counted 28 baby apples. My imagination is now working overtime. Will I be supplying the village with apples this year and will our cellar have enough room to house them all?  Visions of apple pies, tarts and crumbles are arriving. Perhaps we might even began to brew calvados, who knows. Mr. Swiss says we would have to get permission for that because of the alcohol content, then I will be satisfied with a few bottles of cyder.

You see, my imagination is already working overtime.

Ragtag Daily Prompt #3: Imagination

Good Morning

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Not today’s clouds, there are none, but those I saw yesterday afternoon when I went for a wheelie in my chair. I almost did not go anywhere yesterday afternoon. After our midday sleep Mr. Swiss announced he still has to get the shopping in town, just a few bits and pieces. He now has a new mobile phone and spent the morning in the shop getting it to work. Apparently the new chip he had received was damaged and it was replaced, free of charge.

Afternoons I like to enjoy the summer weather on a trip in my wheelchair, but up to now Mr. Swiss had always helped me out of the door of the appartment block as it can get quite complicated. I was determined not to stay at home so I did it all by myself. Of course it was not so straightforward, but I discovered it works quite well. I am glad, because now I am really free and no longer have to depend on someone to be there. It is a matter of being patient and taking your time. I had to organise my walking stick to fit into the holder on the chair and prop the main door open so that I could get out. Afterwards close it all again, but it worked. I just had to get out of the chair now and again to organise it all. It is funny how these things can give you a feeling of satisfaction.

So where did I go? I was naturally headed to my stork nest to see how they had survived after the storm. I took the route via the local castle, as it was quicker. A straight path uphill and paved, meant I could switch the speedy gear on, the one where I could get fined for speeding in a wheelchair. I noticed there were two cars parked at the end of the path in front of the castle gates.

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It is June and wedding time and every bride that marries in our area has to have a wedding photo taken outside the castle, sometimes even in the castle gardens, it is very popular. So the Bentley, decorated with the wedding flowers, was ready. The bride stood in front and her photographer took the photo. They realised that there was a second photographer taking a photo of the scene, but I could not let this one escape my camera lens. I can imagine the bride going through her wedding album in 40 years showing the photos to her grandchildren.

I moved on, it was stork time.

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I reached the nest perched up on its tower supplied by the local authorities and was relived to see that it had survived the storm we had last week. Mother and baby were in the nest, but what did I see. A second head popped up from the depths of the nest  and now I am confused. Was this mum and dad stork and one baby, or mum stork and two babies. Eggs come seldom alone I supposed and the second stork seemed to be too small to be an adult. As I was taken my many photos of the storks I was joined by an elderly lady with a walker who said yes, there were two babies. A younger lady also joined us on the stork watching, and a group of young people arrived clicking away with their mobile telephone cameras. It was quite a stork watching afternoon.

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I moved on to the stables which is gradually becoming an animal farm with the horses, ducks, ibex, chickens and swans and took a few photos. The pony was the only horse there. I think they go for rides with the other horses in the afternoon.

I decided it was time for home, and took the path through the cemetery which is quite comfortable to wheel on. I was away for two hours and decided if I managed to escape on my own, I would return through the doors on my own, and it worked. Mr. Swiss was surprised when I entered the apartment without having to beckon him by phone to open the doors for me.

I now had to prepare the evening meal, no problem for an accomplished housewife like myself and caught up on a few computer things. Afterwards I had 92 photos to upload, but was finished some time in the early evening. This was a fun afternoon, and now I can do it all on my own. I will leave you with some roses (and poppies in the background) I saw on my wheelie. Have a good day everyone and make the most of it.

Roses 02.06.2018