And another colourful arrival in the primrose world.
And another colourful arrival in the primrose world.
Our next village is Riedholz and this is the way from our village, tempo limite 60 kilometers an hour. It begins next to the local castle and the farmer has now cut the fields down and the hay is already bundled in its Swiss Rolls.
Anyone for a quiet bench on a path in the local cemetery. The view is a little restricted, but inviting for a rest.
If a chicken is not sure of the way, it just follows the one in front, but the one in front also seems to be a little doubtful whether it is the right path.
Yesterday we had such strong gusts of wind that our bird, Fred, fell in the garden and so we had to fit him up with a stone to prevent it happening again. We always have few large heavy stones laying around. I remember when we bought our apartment. It had been freshly built and we just had two stretches of wannabe lawn at the front and back. As we were organising this apology for a lawn we discovered there were more stones that anything else, left behind by the original builders. They were not really stones, but more boulders, and now we have collected a stone in our Ragtag Prompts, a milestone so they say.
This is, of course, the real thing. It was found at the exit (or entrance) to the local cemetery belonging to the town of Solothurn. It marks the border of our little village of Feldbrunnen, to the big brother over the road, the town of Solothurn. It is a milestone, so if you die on the bottom half of the area where you see the stone, it is a responsibilitiy of the town of Solothurn to give you your last resting space. If your last breathe occurs on the other side of the stone, then the village of Feldbrunnen should take care of your remains. Of course, this is all hypothetical as we live in modern times and it all depends on who pays the bill.
We have now reached the first stepping stone of our Ragtag Daily Prompts, and there is no question on what side of the border we will take our last writing steps. We stay in the middle where the bloggers say good morning and goodnight to each other. Tempo passati, we have now reached the one month mark and are we happy? Of course we are otherwise we would no longer be here. We still curse about the impossible words we have for a prompt, we still complain about not knowing what to write, but we carry on regardless. Our destiny is now in the hands of those that care, that like to share the fun.
I did not take my last breath at the Daily Post Daily Prompt site which is now a deserted desert of years of prompts that are still there, almost like the local cemetery. Now and again I might drift in and listen to the wind whispering between the tiles of the old prompts. There is even an inscription there “We’re no longer publishing new writing prompts, but hope you find inspiration in the hundreds already in our tombs” and then you here an evil laugh and a scream. Do not go there, they might drive a computer through your heart.
No, now we are in the land of the living, a bit ragged, but tagged to the last idea. We can do it, we already have. We are alive and prompting as we always were. Long live the Ragtag prompts and may there be many milestones, although I prefer kilometres, they are more modern,
This morning does not look very promising. I have not seen a grey sky like this for a couple of weeks in the morning, so it is something completely different. There is also a cool wind blowing, which lead to a debate.
One of the first chores in the morning in the summer months is that either me or Mr. Swiss put the empty wash stand outside to fill it with the various towels we use in the bathroom/shower to dry in the sun and remain fresh. Usually at lunch time I can replace them in their normal places. When there are grey skies we are not sure what to do. After a preliminary discussion we decided to risk putting the stand outside and see what happens. There is a nice fresh breeze, so if it doesn’t rain it should be OK. Our only problem might be that the breeze blows the stand over and we have to collect the towels on the ground. However, the problems of a golden oldie life, which are actually not problems, but it keeps us busy.
Yesterday evening we had one of those colourful sunsets and I really though today would be another great day
It all seemed to be an illusion, but I captured a few shots from the porch before going inside around 9.45 p.m.
Then I had one of those nights, which rarely happens to me, where I had difficulty falling asleep. Generally I collapse on the bed and know nothing more until the morning, except for my twice nightly excursions to that place where most of us go in the night. I also had a little disturbance which does not usually disturb. Both Mr. Swiss and I have those wonderful inventions of modern life, the automatic electric toothbrush which uploads when not in use. I now have a new one. I always had a Philips sonic, but they do not live long on my teeth. I have now changed to a water pik which seems to be stronger, Mr. Swiss has had his for at least 10 years. We now have two toothbrushes uploading during the night.
They make no noise, but just sit silently on the cupboard with their green lights. Mine was flashing as it was uploading to full power. It looked like some sort of green eyed monster sitting in the corner of the bedroom. I even have a photo. As I could not sleep and my telephone camera is always next to the bed, because it has a built in floodlight, I took a photo of it. I know, I take photos of everything – one of the pleasures of a golden oldie that has nothing better too do.
And now I must go places and do things in the appartment as today is the great excursion to the local supermarket buying all sorts of goodies for the week-end. I made the list on my iPhone yesterday evening and now and again Mr. Swiss adds a few items, but there is general approval. Son No. 1 will not be home for the evening meal on Saturday, as there is yet another open air concert which he will attend.
Here is another mystery flower I saw on one of my wheelies in the landscape. Enjoy your Friday, tomorrow is week-end, time to relax and have fun, although I try to have fun most of the time.
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