And I only just saw the butterfly. it was a photobombing butterfly.
And I only just saw the butterfly. it was a photobombing butterfly.
Oh what a wonderful life, delivering the food
Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I go shopping no matter the mood
At home I compose a list to be sure I don’t forget
At the shop I pick my trolley and then begin to sweat
Visit first the vegetables and do not forget the beans
Think of tomatoes and potatoes, perhaps you need some greens
And now to the butcher, special offer on the beef
They still have some steak remaining, that is a relief
And chicken is a bargain today, buy two for the price of one
Perhaps I could take some frozen fries, part of the battle won
But now I have to get some bread and hope that it is fresh
Baked this morning in the store, so warm just like the flesh
The mister said do not forget to buy a jar of honey
So now I have to search in the store, this is really not so funny
My trolley is now brimming full, it was the toilet paper
Buying 20 rolls together, this is really not a caper
And so I wait in the queue for the goods to pay
The lady in front has dropped her money and so she has to stay
Eventually we are on our knees to gather up the money
And then it happened, my fingers slipped and I dropped the jar of honey
Oh that was a sticky mess and I was feeling stressed
Eventually I paid the bill although I was quite pressed
I struggled with my shopping trophies and piled them in the car
Oh what fun to deliver the goods, although this goes too far
Of course I did not have the honey, so the mister was not glad
I told him the next time he can go, and partake in the olympiad.
It all began when I bought a basil plant to add to my other herbs for cooking. Basil is always good to have in the kitchen and the leaves make a good combination with mozzarella cheese and sliced tomatoes for a Summer salad. I notied that our local store was selling fresh basil plants in large pots which was ideal for my needs. I bought my potted basil and it began to grow, so everything under control, or was it?
A few days later I noticed some fine white strands growing out of the plant and was pleased to see that it was independly growing roots and I could even grow more plants from my original, although I was not aware that basil was so self growing. At least that was what I thought, but these white fine threads were growing and growing and I was not sure where they were going.
The were twining all over my basil plant and hanging down, as if searching for somewhere to twine on. In the meanwhile I had removed some leaves for a salad, and so at least we were surviving. However, I had my doubts, and these strange growths were definitely not new roots for a new plant. What do you do? Today we have computer and online colleagues everywhere. I started an enquiry in Facebook and discovered that the answers to my questions were not the answers to my problems. There were suggestions that did not meet with my mystery growth.
In the meanwhile my basil was still being captured by this strange growth and then an expert noticed my dilemma in WordPress and gave me an answer. He said that this was most probably a parasitical growth known as dodder and was quite widespread in parts of the States. Once it discovered a suitable host, it grew to the extent that the original plant became a dodder, because the original plant was being absorbed by the dreaded dodder. I naturally had a look in Internet and the suspicion was confirmed. The mystery was solved.
There are various European forms of dodder, although I think I had the original imported from the Stats. In the meanwhile a couple of online colleagues informed me that they also had dodder in their garden and it was almost indestructible. What a Swiss basil plant, probably with origins in another country, perhaps Italy, was doing with dodder I do not know. I did not know where my local supermarket got their garden herbs, but somehow the dodder seeds were in the earth and happy to take over my basil.
In the meanwhile the dodder was growing at a fast pace and my original basil plant was being strangled by its threads. I then made my decision. After warnings about dodder taking over gardens and other plants by just spreading its threads and seeds (yes it was even flowering in the meanwhile), I removed my basil and threw it into the compost. I am sure it is now still growing somewhere and supporting the dreaded dodder, but not in my garden.
The mystery had been solved. It even twined around itself when it found nothing better.
If this sunrise is as promising as yesterday’s then there will probably be no more sun today. The first day of the New Year was not exactly brilliant as far as the weather is concerned, but at least we had no snow. I noticed that my patio was a little dampt this morning, so there was probably a rain shower during the night.
Undaunted I decided to take a wheelie into the local town of Solothurn in my chair yesterday afternoon. I had to give myself a push as it was so nice and warm and comfortable at home, but the only place I see lately is the supermarket in the next village and my camera says take a few photos so I did. This is a view over Solothurn with the River Aare, as a river runs through it. It looks quite peaceful and it is, as I saw very few people in town, probably sleeping out they fun from New Year’s Eve.
After the fireworks of the night before everything was very quiet. I notice some left overs of rubbish in various corners of the town. Boxes of used firework bodies and empty beer cans. It seems the local street cleaners were also taking it easy.
The town population seemed to mainly be composed of pigeons who had occupied various roofs. I eventually decided that there was really nothing happening in town and made my way home long the river bank where the birds were gathering again.
The swans had gathered near the river bank, being fed by a family and the gulls were flying around to take the remainders.
I then heard a sound that reminded me of a car starting and then I saw two swans that had decided to take a flight. I was quite glad, as I had always wanted to capture them in flight. They are big birds and have powerful wings and often decide to fly down the river. My photo is not quite Pulitzer price worthy as I did not have time to switch to the zoom lens but I got them.
It was a swan afternoon and this one floated past on my way home.
And let us not forget the ducks, mainly the mallard species, which were also having a river outing.
I might take another wheelie this afternoon if the weather stays OK. I can now see blue sky above, but who knows if it will stay.
This morning I will be off shopping again. The holiday season is now actually over. Today is St. Barholomew’s day, but our stores are no longer closed today a they used to and I have to feed the family. As I sit here in the kitchen writing I see magpies, crows and sparrows flying around all pecking at the various goodies I put out for them. Mr. Swiss is still sleeping and I will now make my way to the shower. I used to do the cleaning before shopping, but since I do the shopping on my own, I get it dealt with and do with rest when I arrive home. It is a new routine and I am still getting used to it.
Have a good day everyone, and it is now only getting better after putting all those festive days behind us, which were only stress days for me. Although I would add I am now a golden oldie, and do not need extra holidays, every day is a holiday, except when you have a doctor’s visit.
So let us hope that the New Year is continuing well at your end. Take it easy enjoy and see you around somewhere. I leave you with a shop window decoration in our local town seeing the New Year in.
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