I have this plant in my garden. It is quite tall and grows every year.
I have this plant in my garden. It is quite tall and grows every year.
I was on a visit to town and saw these mono wheels on the steps of our cathedral.
And Harley Davidson visited our town on the special day of our trade fair with all sorts of wheelies
But everyone loves to ride a bicycle (except for me, because I never learned how)
It does not take the birds long to discover that the mess they make on the bird house with the food, when it falls to the ground below. There is bird seed everywhere, and some has even found a place to grow in the cracks in the stones. Last year I even had a cannabis plant (you know “weed”) growing in the garden. I think those birds must get a little high now and again when I think of what they eat.
I have also discovered that at this very moment I hear the voice of the Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain on our TV when the Christmas message is being broadcast. I am not really a monarchist, but at least she keeps herself to herself and her speech is just a review of the past year and she is not planning on building walls, or other architectural models. She is now speaking of peace of earth, and wishes everyone a Happy Christmas – no harm in that.
And now I say Happy Holidays everyone (I do not do Christmas) and relax. Perhaps we might make a few discoveries in the next year. I have discovered that I am now growing older with every year that arrives.
Making my own bread was not my idea of hosting something, but bread is made daily in our supermarkt and as I am always on my way with some sort of camera, I now and again sneak a photo. Here they seem to be platting bread for our Sunday specials.
Otherwise I avoid playing host when possible. I was too much a host in the past. If you want to drop by for a coffee, OK, but just do it spontaneously. No big announcements that get me confused about what to serve, how to serve it and all the perks that the invited might expect. And I definitely do not want to bake a cake. I now buy them in the store.
Being a Brit in a another country, now and again your English contacts and family decide to spend a few days in Switzerland. This is OK with me, especially if they are those who enjoy the Swiss way of life. Even criticisms are accepted, the Swiss life style is not everyone’s thing. I serve veal in a cream sauce now and again, and other countries might wrinkle their nose and prefer a steak and kidney pie.
Family is a little bit different, because they do not ask, it is obvious that you do it. At Christmas it was like a dormitory. Me and Mr. Swiss in our bedroom, my four kids in their bedrooms and where to put my mum and dad? Somehow we found space for two extra beds. Our living room was crowded, and I felt like I was feeding an army. When the actual celebrations occurred, I also had the Swiss mother-in-law as an extra.
Now I am a member of the golden oldie brigade and it is the next generation that visit. I am now the matriach and that is OK with me, after all I have a grandson who I do not host, just spoil. Hosting is no longer part of the plan. I even hosted a couple of web sites by invitation in the past, but such invitations I now avoid. At the age of 72 I want my “me” time.
I had a visitor this morning. I spread out the bread remainders and of course the crows arrived first of all. Not just the average sized crows, but since I feed them regularly with our bread remainders, they seem to have put on some weight. Suddenly I saw my cat Tabby having a sniff at the bread and a tongue taster. Big crow had not seen her and then Tabby decided to have a closer look at the crow, perhaps for a taster. That was when I got into action and called Tabby back, luckily the crow also heard me (I think the whole estate heard me at 8.30 in the morning) and the crow flew away. Crows are upredictable and you never know if they have a taste for human flesh.
I decided to take a few crow photos with my mobile phone camera, and it flew away to be replaced by two magpies. I was now ready to shoot, and the result was 8 magpie photos.
Unfortunately a bit on the blurry side, but I had to zoom with the telephone camera, and the photo results are never so perfect.
As yeterday was Christmas Eve, I did not go places and see things very much. I had a good relaxing afternoon, beginning with hugging the bed after lunch. I had an unexpected busy morning, Although I was determined not to go places and see things, I realised that my 5 Kg bag of feline vitamin pellet food would not last until the holidays were over so had to make an excursion to the village of Bellach, where the Pet store is.
Ballach is not exactly the middle of the world, but they have an interesting roundabout statue as you approach. I worked for a company in the village for 30 years, so knew the area quite well. Unfortunately not well enough for a re-visit. Mr. Swiss always did these journeys at the wheel of the car, and I really thought I knew where I was going. I eventually arrived at the store, but doing a tour of Bellach first of all. These are the little routine things I have missed in my absence as a driver. Now I am slowly getting back into the routine. I do not even remember when I tanked up a car the last time.
So I hobbled into the food store with my stick. I had my walker in the car, but it was only a short distance. The young lady helped me to find it. She was very helpful and I was glad that she carried it for me to the car. Tabby is now happy with her Catmas present, although she would have preferred the same amount in tuna fish.
I also had to stop off at the supermarket for cigarettes for Mr. Swiss as he no longer really goes anywhere (except for a doctor visit) and I also realised I had no tea left. Now I am really set for my home stay over the holidays. At last it is not raining and I might even chance a little wheelie this afternoon.
So all is left to say is enjoy the holidays, take it easy, stuff yourself with all the goodies it has to offer.
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