A community is a group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common. Ok, everyone, I live in a community. We all have burnt earth in the garden, those that still have a garden. Once there were green fields kissed by the sun, but as the song says, they are now parched by the sun. This is my garden in our little village in Switzerland. It is a community and when you arrive fresh in the village it is a good thing to ask what can I do for my village and not what can my village do for me. Your want to fit in and meet people.
There were so many orgaisations that we could join, and I decided on the first aid group.
We would met once a month in the village and at week-ends might attend sports meetings to help with the injured footballers. Now that was fun, helping those strong legs to heal with applications of various creams. OK, they did it theirselves being the real men and did not need a woman to do it. I never got the chance to apply mouth to mouth resuscitation, but if it was that bad we would have called for the professionals at the hospital. I enjoyed attending the evening beat groups sessions, rocking along with the rest and helping the fans to recover from their exertions on the dance floor. The photo is me waiting for the next patient. It was taken a few years ago, before I became a golden oldie. Today I would be in need of help myself . Yes we villagers stick together and nothing goes unnoticed: births, deaths, marriages, divorces, you name it we all know it and often lengthy discussions will incur. Don’t you just love community life? We have a neighbour that ….no, none of our business. You just have to love a little bit of gossip now and again.
Now the talk of the village is what to do with our brown lawns which are no longer lawns and have become a product of the long hot summer with no rain. Now and again we hear a clap of thunder in the distance. Even the astronauts in the space station circulating above the earth find that everything in Europe is now brown instead of green. So what shall we do about it, is the earth gradually turning into a dying planet? Europe is showing the first signs, parched earth everywhere.
Today we made a decision to have our lawn removed and newly formed. We did it once before with the front garden and have decided to have something similar done in the back garden..
We have lost our patience. We will still have our green border with the herbs, roses and bushes and the apple trees will also remain, but no more lawn. Our parched moon scenery will be a thing of the past and the cockchafer grubs with their root munching sessions will hopefully disappear forever.