I always admired this window as we drove past on the way to the store with the little figures sitting on the ledge. They were huddled so close together up on the roof level of the building. Today they are no longer there. Perhaps they did fall off. They disappeared after the building had been renovated.
I passed this sunflower each time I took a trip into town in July and watched it grow and grow. It was one of the tall ones. One day it was not longer so I am glad I managed to capture it before it disappeared.
It all began with 8 volumes of History of England, 4 volumes of British Battles and 2 Volumes of History of India, all collected by my paternal grandfather and published by Cassells. He would buy a section now and again as a young man and had them bound in leather, all published at the turn of the 20th centuary: no great value, but for a working man at the time it was. My grandmother had them all in a glass fronted bookcase in her living room and when she eventually was no longer they entered our home in England and there they sat in the bookcase with the glass front, which we also inherited. I grew up with those books and must admit never actually read them, although now and again my dad would have a look. They had monochrome illustrations and the information was probably accurate.
I would visit my dad once a year and he still had the books. He had packed them in an old red suitcase. I no longer have the original case.
It very much resembled this case which is an heirloom from Mr. Swiss. Just the original cases that we all had for luggage when we went on holiday. with a clip lock.
So one day, with my father, he said he still had the family history book heirlooms and it would now be the idea for me to take them to Switzerland. We are talking about 20-30 kilo of books in a suitcase. At the time I had been working as an export clerk for many years for a Swiss company so realised what it would incur to have them shipped. I made a few telephone calls in England and found a forwarding company that would take over the transport from London to Switzerland for me.
We weighed the case and I established a Pro Forma Invoice for the goods. The guy at the forwarding company organised the pick up whilst I was still in England and a lorry arrived for the books. Dad was astonished how I had organised the job. He was still thinking about organising parcels to send by post. I gave the company in England my work address for delivery and they told me in a week or two they would be delivered. Now my dad’s old red case packed with the old books was on its way to Switzerland.
I returned home after spending the week with my dad and returned to normal life. One day a lorry arrived at the company where I was working containing the case of old history books. I had them put in my car boot and took them home in my dad’s old suitcase, the one that we always used for our annual holidays in England. I remember dad had tied a rope around it to make sure that it stayed closed during the transport.
The books are still in my possession in my hobby room in the cellar. I suppose their next journey will be to my son’s house in Eastern Switzerland. I wonder if someone, one day, might read the books. I noticed in Internet that they exist. Their value has not increased over the last 100 years, but I suppose the value is now more sentimental.
Meet Mr. Rose Beetle or chafer. There he is sitting still and allowing me to take a photo with all his iridescence. There is a reason for the fact that he was not flying around and exploring the world of the roses, although I just read that it feeds on all sorts of pollen, but prefers the rose pollen.
So there I was sitting outside on the porch on a summer’s day with my computer and suddenly I heard the sound of a jet engine and a crash afterwards. Yes the rose beetle saw his reflection in the window, I assume, and thought at last someone to talk to. He crashed into the window which seemed to have knocked him a little unconscious. I felt quite sorry for him, so picked him up and put him on the table. No limbs seemed to have been broken and he needed some recovery time which was when I grabbed my camera for some detailed shots.
After a while he began to crawl again and suddenly he unfolded his green scaly iridescent wings and set off into the garden: another survivor in the insect world. Rose beetles can be quite clumsy sometimes.
Whilst the local town is now in the middle of its carnival celebrations, the surrounding countryside continues as always, according to the weather. This photo is from Friday. If I took a photo in the same place today there would be no clouds, just plain grey. It seems that our early Spring appearances have now disappeared for a while. I find cloud formations make such a difference in a photo. They add some life to it. The snow has now almost completely disappeared from the Jura mountain tops and I am hoping for this Winter completely.
Another little surprise I had yesterday in the garden was to see that my Christmas Rose was flowering. I cannot remember where this came from, but believe I bought a small plant a few years ago at Christmas in the store. It is still in my garden and never fails to put in an appearance as one of the first to flower in the year. It has the latin name helleborus niger and is apparently a member of the buttercup family, so no roses involved. This is the white variety, but I also have a pink version
which is also flowering at the moment and known as the lenten rose. They flower more freely, but I was really glad to see them again.
Yesterday was back to the normal daily shopping for the week-end. I went in the afternoon on my own and even found a parking space free for the handicapped, the last one. Lately there was always enough room to park, but yesterday it seemed that the customers were out on the weekly shopping trip and the main parking lot was completely full. Some car drivers just cannot leave it, and as I was preparing to go I noticed one car had forced himself onto an empty place between the parking areas meaning that people with problems did not have so much room to navigate their wheelchairs and walkers. One driver decided to wait, blocking another place and I had to navigate my way around him. I think I am becoming a grumpy golden oldie.
If the rain stops today in the afternoon I might again go into town to see if anything is happening. My No. 1 son said now and again there is some carnival music around. On carnival Saturday during the day there is not very much happening. People are getting ready for the Saturday evening festivities. I just saw on the programme that this afternoon is a street carnival, whatever that is, so I might just go along.
There just might be a few carnival objects around to see.
You really see a bit of everything. Even the cousins of the Blues Brothers seem to have put in an appearance. And now it is time for me to put in an appearance in my daily work routine – work? No not really, because it is a free choice. Off to the shower, the vacuum cleaner and mop and the cookery range, otherwise life would be boring.
I leave you with a last greeting from a carnival species which I hope will brighten up you day. See you around with more news from the centre of the world, at least my world in Switzerland.