A bush of rhodedendron in our village
A bush of rhodedendron in our village
We call our train Bipper Lisi, she starts in Niederbipp
winds her way to Solothurn has everything in grip
The railway stretches back and forth in two directions
You must pay attention to get the right connections
It moves by electricity on overhead wires
Throughout the whole day long , it never tires
Every half hour it arrives in our space
winding its way steadily and not in a race
We can walk to the next town, but is quicker by train
Also more comfortable if it starts to rain
Arriving at the end station, you can travel far
There is another station, so you don’t need a car
I have travelled to London, to Germany and France
The rails stretch continuously, what a great chance
The things I do for a prompt. This photo is the result of a selfie I made to show the scar on the top half of my left arm after one of my famous stumbles and fall. Selfies are never good. I was even trying to smile on this one.
Beneath the scar there is a metal plate with 15 screws to hold the bone together. The bone did not just break, it did a compound fracture which means it was more than two pieces afterwards. The surgeon who pieced it together did a good job, he must have a talent for doing jigsaw puzzles.
How did it happen? I had been retired from my job and was an official golden oldie for 2 months. My son was even on a visit and it was the day he was to return to Belgium where he was working at the time. We had eaten lunch and my blind cat decided to take a walk on the porch where I was reclining in a chair. My cat always wore an expandable dog lead outside which we hooked onto a post so that he could take a walk without getting lost. I left my chair for some reason, tripped over the dog lead and had a “lucky” fall. It was lucky because the door to our garden cupboard managed to break the impact before the concrete ground came up and hit me.
The next step was organising an ambulance to take me to the hospital. It was just at the time when my son was going to depart and he said he would stay. I said no, he could not do anything to heal my problems and we sent him off back to work in Belgium. I went for my first drive in an ambulance on my own as I told Mr. Swiss to see to things at home. I had enough people in the hospital to look after me. And so I was x-rayed and put in a hospital bed and operated, but only the next morning. After a week in hospital they sent me home and with time it also healed up. I got another interesting scar at the top of my arm.
I already had one at the bottom part of the same arm after falling on Tower Bridge in London when I was spending a week there visiting my dad. If you are going to fall, then make sure you do it in an interesting place. I now have a bionic arm, although they removed the steel from my elbow some time ago as it was not behaving. That was a straight forward break, nothing compounding.
In the meanwhile the sequela of my apple tree is now making itself known. Whilst I was on a wheelie this afternoon in my chair, Mr. Swiss baked one of his famous Swiss apple flans, to his own secret recipe. What could be better?
The morning sky, but nothing to worry about. It looks a bit cloudy, but that is towards the North and by the time the clouds cross the Jura they will disperse. According to the news, today will be a sunny one with warmer temperatures and I suppose I should give myself a push and go for a wheelie this afternoon in my chair into town. I have been on lock down this week, watching my new garden develop. It is not really growing yet, but I noticed the plants we have for a starter are now picking up and holding up their heads.
Especially the herbs. The mushroom is not real of course. I bought it some time ago and now at last it has a place, although Mr. Swiss is not so keen on that sort of thing. He finds it a bit kitchy, but he is Swiss. We Brits are more adventurous in that direction. Wait until next Summer when my frog, owl and caterpillar arrive again in the garden. Perhaps I might find something to add to it. I always wanted a dragon.
Today I will cut the first stalks of my savoury (to be seen on the left only half in the photo). We call it “bean herb” and always cook it together with green beans which are now season. I never knew it in England, but the dictionary tells me it is known as savoury. It is a very good herb. I never had success, but there are two kinds. You can plant the annual from seeds, but there is a perennial which arrives every year and that is the one I now have. So tody’s lunch will be steak, beans and fried potatoes, the little ones. Something quick that does not need so much preparation.
I am getting a little over cautious with this new garden thing. The gardener laughed when I asked if she thought I could already cut some herbs and use it for cooking. She found it is there to be used, just not cut away all the stalks, but it will grow again.
I am now thinking about shifting my bird house into the garden for the Winter, although it looks more like late summer outside at the moment. The seasons are changing, perhaps I can grow some pineapples next Spring.
And now to move on like doing some tidying in the apartment.
My two orchids are also growing well in the kitchen. I have had them for at least 2 months and they still have their flowers thanks to my care. They were in the living room, but Mr. Swiss closes the blinds during the day because of the sun glaring through the window, and they do need light and air to survive, so I have them in the kitchen.
Have a good Sunday everyone or sleep well those in the countries when the sun is not shining at the moment. I am off with the vacuum cleaner and mop to do my good deeds for the day, just an hour, the rest is extra.
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