Our local Jura mountains are looking good this morning with a nicely coloured cloud background, but let us not be fooled. Whether the clouds might stay is an open question, but we have frost warnings and a threat of snow. At the moment temperatures are behaving with 7-9° C, but who knows how the day will develop. I am hoping that in our area it remains sensible.
My iris have now produced some buds and I really hope that they have the chance to open and not freeze before it happens, although it seems our plants always find a method of survival somehow.
My hostas are arriving slowly and probably my bleeding heart plant will be disappearing in the next couple of weeks, to reappear again next year. In the meanwhile I am enjoying the flowers.
We are getting some interesting morning skies at the moment, at least some colour and not the grey of the rainy days.
And we have yet another week-end before us, although week-end or weekday makes not a not of difference when you are a golden oldie. It just means that time is again waiting for no-one and the days, months and years are passing a little too fast for my comfort. I suppose you could say we are now in the twilight years of our lives. Everything used to look so good. We were looking forward to retirement. No longer the daily dredge with work and taking orders. We become our own chiefs now and then the doc says next week for an examination or an x-ray and the worst perhaps even an operation. And do not forget to pick up your pills at the chemists. A never ending list of things to do. and not in the positive sense. But we carry on. Yesterday I was on the supermarket tour again. Food buying is not so bad, it is all in the same place, but not everything is in the same place. the chemists are on the lower floor and so is the alcohol. We both do not drink actually. I never really did and as you get older a drink is not what you feel like. We are now the minteral water and cola drinkers, but I like to cook with wine so always have a bottle of red and white in the kitchen and so I have to take the lift to the lower level.
There are not many shoppers in the store. Since I changed my routine to afternoon shopping I notice there is less stress, less children and less rush. Kids are OK, but it can be a bother when they run around with their little trolleys pretending to be mum and the mums are continuously filling up their trolleys to be a perfect mum. Dogs are not allowed into the supermarket and are tied up outside in their little huts, so why not – no, forget it. That could cause problems with the parents of this world. Just the ramblings of a golden oldie who is glad to reach home in one piece. And the traffic on Friday afternoon: I was stuck in a jam just waiting for a traffic light to change on the way home. I do not understand why there are more cars on the road on Friday afternoon. It is a working day like any other.
Today I do not intend to go anywhere, except perhaps a photo safari in my wheelchair, although then the weather has to play its part as well.
Enjoy your week-end, despite my moaning, it can only get better.