I like dianthus, am planning on a few in my garden next year.
I like dianthus, am planning on a few in my garden next year.
Let’s start with these two. I saw them sitting outside a shop today when I was in town.
And this guy was on the path in the village.
Looks like someone fell asleep on the job.
Oh to snooze and to relax, it has become one of my favourite pastimes. It was not always like that. I used to be active, never slept during the day. I had my first experience with sleep during the day when mum and dad would disappear on Sunday afternoon for a sleep and I was left to my own thing. I was a kid and usually had a friend somewhere so I would play out on the street with the gang, or as I grew older a museum visit was made. We had a local museum and I think I knew all the exhibits by memory.
Time passes, I went through my teenage years without a snooze, unless the night became day which mean I would be home in the early morning hours and compensate with sleep until lunchtime.
I had now put the first phases of snoozing behind me, I was a good learner. Mr. Swiss had the habit of snoozing on the settee after dinner at the week-end. It was his compensation for working during the week. I also worked during the week, but never thought about an extra sleep and I had a computer.
That was until a few years ago when I discovered the midday sleep. Now retired I had time to myself. Either I visited the computer after dinner or slept. I tried this sleeping programme once, and I was hooked. During the night my cell phone is switched off and now from 1.00 until 3.00 am. I am not available for anyone and if the postman rings well no problem. He always rings twice, so someone will hear him.
My love story with the sunflowers began in June and only lasted until September unfortunately, because they were then no longer. My first meeting was when Mr. Swiss and I went to the supermarket three times a week and drove past the field. I shot a few photos from the car, but they did not show the full glory, so I decided to visit the field in my wheelchair. It was on the northern edge of town, but no problem. I could transform the visit into a round trip. Visit the cornfield, drive through on the paths and then direct into the Western side of town.Then enter the town, drive through West to East, cut along the river bank and the round trip would be completed when I arrived in my village.
I watched them climb towards the sky, competing with the heights of the Jura Mountain scenery in the background. My visits became a weekly event and when the seeds began to form, it was fantastic. As I was taking my photos my neighbour whizzed past on her moped and was not surprised to see me in the midst of the fields, and there were three fields. They were packed full of sunflowers, one after the other.
Eventually the seeds began to arrive and grow in the centre and this was their purpose in their life of one season.
Another month passed and one day they were gone, cut down and harvested, just for their seed production. Sunflower oil is an industry and the only reason why so many sunflowers are grown on three fields. Their days of basking in the sunshine were over and I missed their sunny faces as we travelled to the supermarket. Perhaps there might be another occasion next year, but I do not think so. Agriculture means planting different crops, there is a season for everything.
My photos are still from the day before yesterday as I did not go anywhere yesterday. Some may have read that I had one of my well-known falling accidents, this time in the kitchen, with a glass micro wave bowl in my hand full of veg. The bowl broke, somehow I managed to break the microwave door also, although only the outside door and it is still working.
As I fell to the ground, not exactly with a bump, my elbow arrived in a pile of glass splinters. I had to call the ambulance to pick me up, as I was alone except for my No. 1 son and I cannot stand myself due to my MS. The ambulance pair attended to my needs and dressed my elbow. Yesterday evening I removed the bandage to let the elbow dry out a bit overnight and also removed two tiny glass splinters. It was quite a horror show, but looked effective. Luckily my son swept everything together and Mr. Swiss arrived from the dentist where he had a tooth removed. What a morning that was. It can only get better today.
I also paid a visit to the cows. We had a couple of herds, but during the hot summer they were only let out at night when it was cooler and now they seem to have disappeared all together. However one farmer also has a couple on a meadow, so I decided to see how they were. They seemed to be having a conversation. In a couple of weeks we are having one of our democratic votes about whether the cows should be allowed to keep their horns. A few farmers have cows with horns, but mostly they are removed from the calves, actually the buds are burnt out before they begin to grow. A farmer has now collected enough signatures against this barbaric (for me) practice and we can now vote yes or no. I am definitely for allowing the cows to keep their horns. Some politicians, even farmers, find they would need larger barns to accommodate cows with horns and other weak arguments. It is all to do with the money, as usual. In the TV discussion yesterday there were as many voices for and against, so who knows what the result will be.
I also paid a visit to the small pond at the stables where they have a few ducks, geese and swans. I remember the pair of black swans arriving in spring and they soon had cygnets. They are usually at a distance but I was lucky as they were nicely in range of my zoom lens on the camera. I did not see any cygnets, so perhaps they are now thinking about forming their own families next year.
What I did see were these curious hens that were together with the horses. I met a colleague whilst I was taking photos, also a fan of the farm. She knows the people that have the fatm and is one of the few allowed in the stables to feed the horses with an apple. She told me that these are the so-called silky hens, I had never hear of them, so had a lookup in Wikipedia. They are smaller than the usual hens and their hobby seems to be brooding. It is to the extent that they are happy to brood on anything that has an egg shape.
They are apparently very docile and make wonderful pets, although having my own hen at home would not be my ideal. At least my cat has a litter box, but I think hens are not so fussy in that way. They seem to get on well with the horses in the same enclosure.
I was on a visit to the cemetery as it was All souls Day. Not that I belong, but they had an interesting event outside the chapel which I reported on yesterday with a few photos. On the way from the cemetery to home I always pass through the farm, so I have a look to see if anything new has happened.
Today is a sort of day of rest, although I might make a journey into town this afternoon. Saturday afternoons are always interesting in town. I now have to hobble around the apartment and make an effort to cook dinner. Have a good Saturday everyone, take it easy and have fun. For those that have to work, I am thinking of you and hope you can compensate on another free day.
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