Nothing special, but they grow everyhwere. They were special for my photo.
Nothing special, but they grow everyhwere. They were special for my photo.
With a little bite here and a little bite there
Those grass roots are growing everywhere
Oh the life of a chafer can be so fine
And everything below is mine, all mine
It’s throbbing with life below the ground
I am just a baby, so don’t kick me around
My mum said stay here for another two years
There is plenty to eat while you are wet behind the ears
And when the grass dies because you have eaten all
Have no fear, in the next meadow it still grows tall
One day you will be big and grow your wings
With your pulsing body you grow and meet the man of your dreams
But mum, where is dad, I began to cry
She answered “do not talk of him he is the reason why I will die”
And now I am alone, just munching all day long
But I am growing daily and getting nice and strong
No-one seems to like us, but we have our aim in life
Eating all the roots with teeth cutting like a knife
And now to dig down deeper, I am shovelling on my way
The life of a cockchafer is to eat without delay
One day we will arise as a cloud of flying darts
I will swarm with the others in a rhythm of pulsing hearts
So spare me a thought if you find me in your yard
The life of a chafer can sometimes be quite hard
I wish my daily life would run as smooth as the local River, and no problems would arrive. After my accident on Saturday, the doc prescribed antibiotics, penicillin. He asked me if I was allergic. The problem was that I had never needed to take penicillin before, so I told him I do not think so. Since Sunday I have been taking three a day and this morning I discovered that they do not agree with my digestive system, I had a general rebellion. I eventually contacted my local GP and she said that 90% of people that take penicillin have the same problem, but I should take tablets against it. As this problem is part of my health background and my resistance is a little low because of the MS medicine I inject, I had already taken two tablets and now it seems I should just take one if it occurs again. We put men on the moon, we invent electric cars and we have remote control on almost everything, but a plain and simple case of a digestive disturbance due to a medicine cannot be cured by taking something else. Perhaps we are spoilt and expect too much from life.
In the meanwhile I had to go somewhere yesterday afternoon. Since the week-end my ear was in a bandage, but I could now remove the various layers, could wash my hair at last and decided that a wheelie into town would be a good idea. In these hot sultry 35° C days that we now have, there were not many people venturing anywhere, so the main road in town was quite empty.
Even our most popular hotel restaurant was almost empty outside. I must admit I decided that the town visit was not such a great idea although speeding along in a wheelchair always gives you a breeze.
I took the home route along the river again and then I discovered where the people were.
Just grab something that floats, hang on to it, or sit in it, and the river does the rest. I noticed there are all sorts of developments to make bathing life easy. Many just hang a waterproof bag onto their swimming help with their clothes. They can then float to where they want and have dry clothes with them. And the floats are becoming more refined.
Today I will be staying at home and taking it easy. Tomorrow is the Swiss National Day, something like a Swiss 4th July, but 1st August. We did not have to fight a war for our independence. As far as I know, many years ago a few guys met on a big field from the central parts of Switzerland in 1291 and decided “let’s do a country”. With time a few more joined in and now we have just over eight million inhabitants speaking four different languages with about 400 hundred different dialects. Amazingly we understand each other and on official occasions proper German is spoken to make sure no problems arise. What difference does it make, even if everyone speaks the same language, they still have problems in understanding what they really should do.
I will now move on, although do not feel very energetic. Let us make the most of the day and don’t worry, be happy, so do your best. Have a nice day, with greetings from Solothurn in Switzerland.
Another excursion to the cemetery and some flowering pansies.
One man had a drill and then he bought a hammer
He was bored, was looking for work and needed something with glamour
Other men were destroying walls and so he joined in too
Now he was quite happy because the brick pile grew
The quarry of stones was growing, they were piling up too fast
It was then he found a crane to remove the eternal blast
And so he got a concrete mixer to build them up again
The problem was they didn’t fit and then it began to rain
The concrete got so very soft the bricks all fell apart
He decided something must be wrong, and it needed a new start
The hammer and the drill were now buried under the bricks
Now he applied the crane to do a very quick fix
And then he forgot what he was building
Was it a house or was it a wall?
He decided it did not really matter
As long as he was having a ball
There is a moral to this story, if you find a drill or hammer
Foget it all completely, it really has no glamour
Just stick to normal life instead of quarrying around
Best of all just buy a tent and stick it in the ground.
Blue skies today and plenty of sunshine, meaning that it will be another hot one with no rain. I took a photo with a difference using my nightview App on the mobile phone. This time I kept the background. The moon and planet Mars are both in the photo and the object at the front on the right is not a satellite, but my garden Mower parked in his corner. I usually tune in with the night sky in the backround, but this time I kept it to the realities. The planets and stars are always there, even if we do not see them because of daylight. There are also a few dots with a blue circle around them. That is some space garbage of rocket bodies still hanging around, or might even be a satellite. We have weather satellites and space stations as well as a few spy satellites and a few scientific ones. Not only Big Brother is watching you but the sky is keeping an eye on you.
As you can see Mars is quite near to the Moon, although naturally quite a distance apart three dimensionally speaking. A few days ago they were quite near each other, which also coincided with the moon eclipse.
I was sitting outside in the garden up to 11.30 p.m. and was snapping away with my camera. I took about 30 shots, but only a few were good enough to see what it actually was. This photo shows that the sun’s reflection was again arriving on the lefthand side. Mars was a light point on the bottom right, but to get a close enough view of the Moon and Mars I did not have room in the picture frame.
This was one of the reject photos and not two moons, but the camera was shaking. I kept it because it was the only one good enough to show the red moon as it was at the beginning. I am not the perfect photographer, but it was an event that I will probably never see again in my lifetime.
And now back to the daily life, although the moon is still there, as well a Mars and the other planets. They just circle around.
The tansy is now flowering in my garden. Some might call it a weed, and you often see it growing next to the railway lines. It is apparently quite good for the ground and I bought some on our market a few years ago on a special stall where a guy has various herbal plants. My ex neighbour, a year ago, decided to tidy up the natural meadow we had and my tansy was growing on the border, so I awoke to see he had chopped it all down before it had a chance to flower. After a discussion, full of apologies from the guy who was convinced everything that grew if it was not a rose, was a weed, he bought me replacements. He really did a good job. At least 10 plants and now they are all growing happily at the edge of my garden. I suppose sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
They are growing in front of my blue buddleia which gives a good contrasting colour. The nice thing about those plants is that they return every year and I do not have to do anything, they do it all theirselves.
Today would be a shopping morning for me, but I am confined to home until this afternoon when I can remove the bandage from my altered ear that will now have an interesting scar. If you fall then do the job properly to ensure that you have something to remember afterwards. Mr. Swiss has the shopping list and he will be solo this morning at the supermarket, so ladies do not get too excited. We are still connected by mobile phone.
I now have to move on, the apartment does not yet clean itself, although Mr. Swiss did say I should take it easy this morning. He has everything under control.
See you around, I do not plan on any accidents today, but with me you never know. Have a good start to the week and make the most of it. Keep well and safe and watch where you walk.
Another photo from the garden:
Taken mid April in the local cemetery
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