A bouquet of sunflowers
A bouquet of sunflowers
The catkins on the hazelnut trees are making their annual patterns
A view through the monastery gate
Almost two years ago (is it really so long ago?) the builders moved in to renovate our 20 year old block of apartments. I should have known when the first victim lost its life the shape of things to come. they removed some of the hedge to make a wider path to enter with the various scaffolding parts and diggers.
I heard a scream (not really) but I am sure my first Spring daffodil was suffering as the first victim when it was brutally broken down by the weight of a builder’s boot. I took a photo of the victim, but to no avail. The builder did not even notice the irreparable damage he had caused: after all what is a daffodil. But a daffodil ever gives up and last year it appeared again in the same place.
The builders have moved on to other sites to wreak havoc on the first breath of Spring, but my experience will forever remain in my photographic memory.
It was an exhausting task to complete
The lingular did not want to meet
Flow and pressure could not be shown
When playing on the Sousaphone
Marching and blowing, the lungs said no
This was not their idea of a super show
The player gave up and travelled afar
To quench his thirst in his favourite bar
Practice more for another year
To play in the carnival and have no fear
He colleagues told him it was not a joke
It was really time no longer to smoke
The lungs agreed and drew more air
The sousaphone musician should take more care
I stopped hugging the bed at 7.30 as it is cleaning lady day and I like to be ready when when she arrives. What a wonderful morning it was. Yesterday was so grey and dismal but today the clouds were departing and the sun was rising somewhere, probably in the East as it usually does, although the photo is towards South. This might mean that if it continues, this afternoon will be worth a wheelie in my chair, with camera of course, to the castle hill for a good view of the alps.
Today is not a day for making a journey into town, as it will be our repeat procession of the Carnival. I found a YouTube short film of this years procession on Sunday.
The whole procedure is actually about 2 hours, so this is a shortened version just to give you an idea of what it actually is.
I was off to the store yesterday morning with the online shopping list on my iPhone. Food is not such a problem to buy as you know what you want to cook. It is the other bits and pieces like cleaning materials and toilet articles. Since I am now dealing with it on my own, I have to think for both of us but I managed to get it all.
I cleaned some windows this morning whilst my cleaning lady was busy in the kitchen, so progress is being made. She is now moving onto the bathroom and shower and I will move onto the kitchen to begin cooking lunch. This evening it will just be Mr. Swiss and I for the evening meal as No. 1 son will be in town for the repeat performance of the procession. Afterwards it is is the big concert of the various music groups and everyone goes to a certain bridge in town to jump up and down when it does begin to shake and uttering the words “Ig mag nummer” meaning “I can no longer”. I know it sounds silly, but it is all in the name of carnival tradition.
And now I will move on like this group of carnival people and trust you all have a good day.
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