I am a Mrs. Gerber, so I always liked this flower.
I am a Mrs. Gerber, so I always liked this flower.
A local scene with sunflowers in the front
A local building site
A photo from the local cemetery
The question is what is this little red house doing on the central market place in Solothurn, a market town in Switzerland. There are even steps leading up to the house and a window at the side.
I know the answer. It is September the time when the horse chestnuts are harvested.
The are the chestnuts with a different, the ones with the spikes and they grow in the Italian speaking part of Switzerland in the South. Every town in Swtzerland has its chestnut sellers and it is usually the same family that travels to the various towns in the german and french speaking parts of Switzerland to the same place to sell them every year
Since I have been living in Switzerland, 50 years, every year in September this hut is erected on our market place and the sellers arrive, from their home in the Italian part of Switzerland, to spend the Winter selling their roasted chestnuts.
When the season begins the house is not so lonely, but a centre point in the town. Everyone knows where to buy their roasted chestnuts and they also sell peanuts. It is amazing that in such a little house there is enough room to store the sacks of chestnuts and the roasting ovens.
If you hug a tree, will it bark at you? Up to now they just let me take photos of them, and you find some strange things creeping up those barks. I don’t know what this was, but it looks like something from a Stephen King film, creeping up the tree. There seems to be green leaves growing out of it at the top. Not hearing any barking trees, I examined further.
Another tree under attack on its bark. This time the invader is mistletoe. I always thought of that plant as something we hung up somewhere at Christmas and you grabbed the next best kissable male specimen, but it seems that mistletoe is a sort of parasitical growth embedding itself into the bark (yes again a barking invader) and sharing the benefits of the tree whilst doing it. We have a lot of mistletoe in our area, but the best photos are in Winter when the trees are bare. You see the clumps of mistletoe clinging on the branches.
About a week ago I noticed this tree with freshly hatched mistletoe. It is a bit difficult to find it, but it is the brighter green.
And there are the barkless trees. The silent ones that remain silent and have lost their bark.
Mr. Swiss just said to me, outside on the porch, the weather does not look as bad as they said, and I must agree. Yesterday was blue skies and warm. Rain was predicted for today. Perhaps, but a remainder of blue is still peeping through a few clouds.
Yesterday I decided to give my wheelies a last chance. Who knows how soon the Winter will be and ventured once again into town, but this time took the North approach (it is only a small town, so NSEW are near to each other). One of the wealthiest inhabitants of our town has his villa/palace on this road by the name of Von Vigier. He spent most of his working life in London in the banking area, passed away some time ago, and his daughters inherited the rest.
As most of the rich and lovely people, he lived in his villa surrounded by high walls, but you always had a peep at the entrance as the gates are mainly open.
He has a super english garden with shaped bushes and it is known here. I must say that once a year, on a Sunday, the garden is open to the public. It is published in the newspaper when and worth a sight seeing. I have never been, and this year’s opportunity was in Summer, but next year I will go and have a look. I am sure there will be plenty of opportunity for some good photos, if I am allowed to take some.
I wheeled on through the Untere Steingrubenstrasse which leads into town eventually. Since I have been touring the town, I am getting to know all the names of the streets when I upload the photos into my album. I know the route quite well, as we always drive through when we go to the supermarket, but doing it personally with time to take some photos is much better.
Wednesday afternoon is a free afternoon for the school kids, so there were a few families in town. I am not sure if they are really looking for something to buy, as the only functioning shops we now seem to have are restaurants and a few remaining clothes shops or shops with electric stuff. Since online buying is the thing to do, the face of the towns is gradually changing to hairdressers and food places that you cannot do yourself. As you can see I was again confronted with the modern old fashioned cobble stones. No wonder everyone walks around in Nikeys or sketchers, they are less a risk. Wheeling along I tend to get bumped around. I now know the exact layout of the paving, some places being better than others.
One of the reasons I like going into town is that there is always something different. I saw these floodlights that were shining on the name of our oldest hotel opposite the cathedral. It seems that Napoleon and Casanova both spent a couple nights in the hotel, although Casanova spent more nights with Lady Von Roll (another prominent local industrial family) in her villa opposite. Here is what they were highlighting.
The hotel was closed last year for complete modernisation and it would not surprise me if a Swiss television programme was being planned. The name “Krone” means Crown, but it is known in better circles in the French version of “Hotel de la Couronne”.
And now it was time to wheel back home down the Kronestutz (Crown Slope) and across the Rötibruck (Röti Bridge) and along the River Aare to Feldbrunnen where I live. I had been away for some time, but had fun. Mr. Swiss was thingking about a search party. Of course I met my swan pairs on the way home on the river. They are always in the same place at the same time having a feather cleanup. I think they wait for my camera.
Although this one seemed to be on the search for something to eat in the depths of the River Aare.
And today? Not sure. If it rains I will be at home, but if the weather is good I will be on my way again. It is not only the photography but I notice it is almost therapy to get out. Wheelchairs have the advantages that you can just sit and observe and I love driving it. I am becoming quite the racing wheeler.
Make the most of the day wherever you are, there is always a silver streak somewhere even if it is only a plane flying past in the sky and those of you that are preparing for bed or already there, sleep well and sweet dreams. I am off with my vacuum cleaner and afterwards take my morning shower.
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