A Photo a Week Challenge: Quintessential

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Switzerland is full of quintessentials from cows, to fondue to alphorns and banks. I decided to show a typical Swiss thing, the Rheinfall in Neuhausen, next to Schaffhausen. When my son eventually settled down with a wife this was the part of Switzerland he moved to. His wife is German and Germany is just over the border. We are in the northern part of Switzerland so he and his family (there is now also a grandson) are sort of living in between although my son still has an appartment near where we live, where he works. I had seen the Rheinfall once almost 50 years ago when I first arrived in Switzerland, but now have the opportunity to pay visits to my son now and again and make the most of one of Switzerland’s famous landmarks.

It is quite imposing and also a tourist attraction as you can see by the boat with the tourists and the ladders going up and down the rocky surface on the island in the middle. It is not quite Niagara, but just as unique.

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A Photo a Week Challenge: Quintessential

RDP #44: Spoof

Crow 13.07.2018

I am not really a great poetical person, but I have a few favourite poems and one is “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe. I did not have a photo of a raven, but a crow.

Anyhow this is my feeble attempt on a sort of parody, “The Cat”

Once upon a morning early, I was thinking how to stand
I once could do it when I was younger
So while I dreamt , almost asleep there came a peep
That someone was tapping, scratching at my bedroom door
“It must be the cat” I thought, scratching at my bedroom door
She wanted a tummy tickle and nothing more

I remembered clear and calmly it was a stormy night
And each meow was a pleading cry to let me in through the door
And all I wanted was to sleep on further
Without meows to shake my core
Because I was tired and had no patience
To let the cat in for evermore

And the noise of meows and permanent clawing
Did not  thrill me, but became a bore
It was annoying, I wanted to sleep, so I shouted
Go away from my bedroom door
it was only the cat wanting to enter
He was annoying, but nothing more

And I really got so angry and lost my patience all the more
“Tabby” I said, You are annoying and so I implore
To stop this scratching as you are rapping
I do not like scratching at my bedroom door
And then I got up because I heard her and made the mistake to open the door
There was daylight, two shining green eyes, you think that was all and nothing more

Gazing into the daylight very bright, I stood there cursing and knew no bounds
Perplexed and cursing the worst of words it was a deeper growl
But it was still and there was no signal
The only word spoken was a plaintiff meow
I return the noise with a loud meow
This was all and nothing more

Back to the bed, tired and angry
I heard the meow much louder than before
“I will kill that cat” I said to myself “she really thinks she owns the place”
I venture out to see where she was and to discover what she thought was law
I grabbed my cane to show her the door
But it was the wind and nothing more

I threw open the window and bolted it sound,
when, many a curse and noise was made
The cat walked in, quite proud and did not implore
She owns the place, she established her claim
She scratched once more my bedroom door
just sitting there and nothing more

This tabby cat put a smile on my face
When she stared at me and put down her paw
“There will be no tuna fish today” I said “ you are not in charge here
Awakening me you tabby cat from your nightly rambles
What do you think you are doing, do you want a war
And then she said “Dom’t be a bore”.

I must say I admired her courage and impertinence
Although it did not impress me more
You just have to love them, even if only a cat
That wants to enter your bedroom door
A cat with nine lives scratching upon the bedroom door
She said my name is Tabby for evermore.

But the cat staring constantly at me spoke one word
Just one, it’s voice it did outpour
Nothing more and nothing less – not a whisker did she move
But I told her “You have been here before”
In five minutes you will be gone so make sure you obey my law
And then the cat said “don’t be a bore”.

Astonished at my words I had spoken
I told the cat it was my law
She must pay attention, I know no mercy.
So she hissed and scratched, just another growl more
The noise was piercing and it resembled a saw
I put my foot down and said – nevermore

But the cat, she was still staring
Ducked as I thew the cushion at her and she hid behind the door
Then she decided to curl up on the fabric,
oh this is a cat of annoying paw
With her daring, defying meows, and all the sounds coming from her jaw
She continued to meow “nevermore”.

Then I sat down and thought about it  but no word did leave my lips
to the cat whose eyes were shining straight into my own heart’s core
She was really ready for a fight, but I sat back on my bed where I was now laying watching the cat all the more
Let her do what she wants, she is a bore

Then I noticed the atmosphere denser, perfumed from her breathe of censer
Guided by Bastet her paws were tapping lightly on the bedroom floor
“Tabby go back to your own room and leave me to sleep, your meows are annoying
Take a long cat sleep and stop this scratching on my door
And Tabby answered “nevermore”

“Cat” I said, -“Your are a nuisance, a meowing curse is what you are
I really think you should disappear, how comes you have to be so important
You think you are the boss in my home
And do you best to annoy me always, but now I really must implore
Do you always have to be so selfish, I am really now hating your gore
And the cat just answered “nevermore”

Cat now listen you annoying ball of fur, you are really the feline from hell
But I am sure you do not want to annoy with your scratching on my bedroom door
Just tell me if you really mean it and leave me to rest in all my galore
Is there something you would rather have than your tuna fish
The cat said “No No, tuna fish for evermore”.

And now please go, you are not my friend, I shouted annoyed
Go back to your territory and your feline law
Do not leave a hairball or trace of fur
Just leave me alone outside of my door
Leave me to sleep in peace and quiet, and stop this scratching on my door

And the cat, never fitting, still is sitting
on the threshold of my  bedroom door
Her eyes are now closing and taking a catnap
And the light through the window casts her shadow on the floor
And I am sleeping, relaxing in bed my shadow is also flowing on the floor
And both of us are dreaming – for evermore.

For those that do not know this poem, here is a link The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

RDP #44: Spoof

Good Morning

Clouds 13.07 (1)

I was getting a bit lazy this week in the afternoon and not really going anywhere: just relaxing on the porch in the shade with the computer. Yesterday I pulled myself together and went for a wheelie. Another problem was that my midday sleeps were becoming longer and by the time I stopped hugging the bed it was too late to go anywhere in the afternoon. I must admit even yesterday was a shorter trip.  I actually wanted to go into town, but turned around half way there and did the usual castle and farm tour. I noticed that even life in the country tends to take a pause in summer. It is really too hot for the animals. The only ones I see are the chickens

Chickens 13.07.2018

and even they tend to try for shadier places, all fighting for a place next to the wheel of their house

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or perhaps in the shade of a goat who keeps a watchful eye on their antics and ensures that the fox does not get a chicken dinner.

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Just as I rounded the corner to the back gates of the castle I heard a noise and saw a cloud of dust surrounded the harvester. It was time at last to mow the crops on the fields. For me being a child of London town, I only saw my first wheat crops at the age of 8 when we were on holiday  on the english Kent coast. I remember I was fascinated. Mum did not know what they were, but dad did and confirmed that this was real wheat. I know it might sound strange, but I really grew up with the smell of damp concrete in the town. The only nature I saw were the weeds growing wild on the bombed out sites of old house ruins left from the war.  The war ended in 1945, but it was not until the late 1950’s when the Brits began to clear away the rubble and build the high rise blocks in their place.  The face of London had began to change, they just forgot our little street with the outside toilets in the garden and no central heating or running hot water until the seventies when they eventually demolished it all. I was then already married and settled in Switzerland.

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So back to the harvester, after my digression. This is what the farmer left behind and probably today it will be gathered together and stored for cow winter food. The crows were the first to arrive to see if there were any pickings left for them.

I took many photos and may  be writing something some time. I have a few projects in mind actually, just have to get round to writing them. Yesterday was a nice relaxing evening as Mr. Swiss and I have realised that food has become a side dish to our life.  We eat to live and there are only the two of us at the moment. Yesterday evening it was a frozen pizza that Mr. Swiss cooked and I ate outside with the accompaniment of uploading photos to my computer.

Yesterday evening the sky was clouded over with dark clouds and I really thought it might rain to save watering the garden this morning, but no deal with the weather gods, so I will now leave you to spray the garden with its morning water. The lawn is looking perhaps a little better, it seems there is an underground threat from the cockchafer grubs that are merrily chomping their way through the grass roots. Yesterday the lady called us from the gardener who is the expert. Apart from spraying the garden with poison and leaving it for two weeks to develop or infecting it with some sort of mould which kills the little beasts slowly, but very slowly, there is not much we can do but just hope one day they will go away. Our cat is not keen on the poison solution. We have always had cockchafer grubs from our June beetles, but never such a problem. Seems to be one of those summers. At least the ugly squirmy little beasts stay out of sight.

It’s Saturday, so a day of doing nothing in particular, but I am sure to find something. Enjoy whatever you are doing today and if you are doing nothing, that is also good. I did discover a gladiola yesterday on my wheelie for a photo.

Gladiola 13.07.2018