This hosta has been in my garden for the past 18 years and every year the leaves get bigger.
This hosta has been in my garden for the past 18 years and every year the leaves get bigger.
Nothing is very easy at the moment, so it can only get better. Christmas is one of the most stress filled times of the year, so I am trying to take it easy. I am now in the throws of taking over the complete household. We always split the responsibilities at home, but Mr. Swiss is getting older and I have now taken over most of the tasks.. I have discovered that planning is the answer to most problems and today we have so many helping articles: smart phones and computers are certainly part of it for me.
This week I was busy buying a new car, and dealing with all the bits and pieces that belong to the purchase. I managed to fit some shopping in, in between, and also dealt with the housework and I am enjoying it. I am also learning how to deal with stuff, that I always left to Mr. Swiss. He is there as a support and advisor, but doing it on my own is giving me a new view on life. Tomorrow I have a discussion with the car insurance guy, do some Christmas food shopping and perhaps I might even fit some me time in. Today I dealt with my british income tax details. Once a year they send me a form to complete to find out where I am paying my income tax. The only complicated part was when I had to call the office in England to clarify a small detail and they kept me waiting on the phone for 20 minutes because their people were occupied. However I was eventually connected and dealt with the problem. I can make my life as easy as possible, but as soon as others are involved it begins to get complicated.
Why did I buy a packet of everlasting Sweet Pea seeds? Quite easy. I had a hedge and wanted to have some colour in my hedge. I planted the seeds and they grew and I had my colourful flowers in the hedge. They climbed up and took over hanging on to every leaf and stalk with their tendrils. Sweet pea is quite clever and moves around until it can grab onto the next object. I just let them do their thing, which was perhaps not exactly a good thing. Were these the seeds that Jack planted when his beanstalk began to grow?
Pods? Of course they made pods. As soon as the flowers disappeared the pods arrived with the next generation of seeds.
And the pods arrived after the flowers and they had seeds so we were sure to have more sweet pea plants, although the plants we had always returned every year. It seems that the pods opened and the seeds were catapulted in the neighbourhood. They went forth and multiplied. I did not really mind, they are nice plants and colourful flowers. We have a wild meadow next to our garden, which also now has sweet peas growing everywhere.
Opposite our garden there is also a patch left to itself with a few wild flowers. No, the wild flowers had to move over and yes, it has been taken over by someone who decided to add a bit of colour to a hedge by planting sweet pea seeds. Our estate gardener removes the sweet pea plants during the summer, which gives them more space to grow back again.
If you ever have the idea of planting sweet pea to make your hedge look better, then think about it. The sweet pea might, most probably will, decide to hang its tendrils onto a few leaves or stalks and take over, but it will bring some colour into the hedge. 🙂
They even change their colour now and again and we have a few white ones. They are so versatile.
A distant sun seems to be doing its best this morning and I even saw the alps from the garden, although they are not showing on the photo. Talking of photos, I am afraid they are few and far between at the moment. With all the stress I have had this week buying a new car and keeping my normal life together, going on photo safaris with my wheelchair was the last thing I was thinking about. I even gave up on one day with my writing as I no longer had the strength and concentration. However, life seems to be getting slowly back to normal, and now I just have to pay the bills.
Yesterday afternoon I visited the garage to pick up my substitute car which I can use until I get the new one next week. It is in an industrial area in a neighbouring village. One car dealer after the other has its building there. Yesterday it was of course raining, only once, but all day and later in the afternoon it decided to mix some snow flakes in with it, although it was so wet they did not have a chance to survive. The village itself is on the other side of our town, so no big deal, but I had to do it all with public transport and my walker for support. First of all I got the local train, which was the first problem. No real free seats for me to just sit and get comfortable. The train began its journey with a jolt and were it not for a kind gentleman who caught me in his ams as I was starting my fall to the floor, I would have been down. He afterwards organised a comfortable seat for me and apart from the not very smooth movements of the train I eventually got to our main station in town.
The next part of the adventure was getting a connecting bus and that was not easy with a walker and I had to stand and wait to get to the driver to purchase my ticket. I am not used to travelling by bus, but another kind gentlemen took my walker and deposited it in a place for me next to a seat. When I arrived at my stop a lady helped me to leave the bus with the walker. Without the various people that helped, I would definitely not arrived in one piece. Now I had a 5 minute walk and eventually arrived. One of the guys that was helping me to organise my car purchase gave me a welcome at the door, saw my state of confusion and made me a coffee and organised a nice comfortable table where I could drink it in peace and quiet and compose myself.
I had a few formalities to complete and my car will be ready for me on 27th December, the day after Christmas – what a present that will be. In the meanwhile I was given a car that I can used until I get the new car. We bought our last car 6 years ago and a lot has changed in the cars since. To start the car you no longer turn a key, there is no car key, but you press a button and it starts. You press it again to stop the car. Of course many of you probably know this, but I am a beginner is such things. I had a few short instructions on driving the substitute model and then I drove off. It was dark, it was raining and not exactly perfect conditions to drive a car you do not know, but it was an automatic, and the same manufacturer as our last car, although a little bigger, but I managed quite well.
I had to drive from this village across town to another village where our supermarket is. Yes, we were down to the last fragments of food at home as I could go nowhere without a car, but I managed quite well. It is strange really. I was never a lover of driving a car, although I drove to work for almost 30 years, 10 of which was a monster Volvo S90 which I loved, but that was some years ago. Since Mr. Swiss was driving mainly. Now and again I took the steering wheel, just to see if I could still do it. Now I have to do it. Mr. Swiss no longer drives and somehow I am enjoying driving like I never have. Perhaps is it because I have to. I realise that with a handicapp (MS) I must rely on a car to get from A to B and after my experience with public transport and walker, I discovered that is really not the solution. So now I am having a day at home today. I have done enough travelling in the last couple of days and I must prepare myself for the Christmas food shopping over the week-end.
After writing this account from my soul, I now feel a little more relaxed.
My 3 month supply of MS medicine also arrived today at last and the guy at the dealers who has sold me the car is also coming around this morning as he needs urgently the signature of Mr. Swiss for the insurance people for official purposes, as it is now all running in my name and no longer his.
Have a good day everyone. I got one photo this week to brighten the day up of some amaryllis they were selling in the store. I am not sure if I will be partaking in any photo challenges this week, as I just do not have any new photos, but who knows. I might get out for a wheelie if the weather stays OK and I do not have any other appointments. So see you on the flip side somewhere and make the most of what you have.
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