And even a bee decided to join in.
And even a bee decided to join in.
“What do you think?”
“I suppose we could.”
“No way, it is far too high.”
“But you are a bird and we fly high.”
“Only if I have to. I am not an eagle.”
“I have more important things to do. What about it wife.”
“Forget it, I have no room for more eggs and you will not get me up on that tower.”
“In that case it seems to be unanimous. We stay on the wall at the side of the river.”
“Perhaps we could fly over to the wall on the other side of the river.”
“Come on pigeons, take your feathers in your wings and make a decision. I am putting my claws down about this. We have been nesting around here for years and up to now there have been no problems. Suddenly you all want to go to other places, up on a tower. It’s enough to give a pigeon an attack of vertigo. We are staying here. As your leader I have made my decision, and besides a few eggs are cracking back in the nest and the missus might get a bit pecky.”
Something is wrong somewhere in our town of Solothurn: the oldest town in Switzerland discovered and developed by the Romans and then known as Solodorum. Later it became a center of the baroque and our streets and buildings have remained with the old style. We have cobblestones to match the original town. Here is the St. Urs cathedral looming over everything and now something does not match.
As I wheeled into town this afternoon I realised that something was happening. There were tents resembling those that the saracens used during their crusades at the beginning of the centuary. Not just one group of tents but they were everywhere and there were men assembling more. Had our town been taken over?
I met a gentleman on my way and he said that it seems we were being taken over, and explained that next week-end are the biker days. For two days our town will be occupied by the bikes. Everywhere I looked they were constructing slopes and ramps.
It seems that my camera and I will be busy next week-end taking photos of our biker invasion. I am not yet sure whether they will be the speedy bikes or the heavy noisy bikes. I wonder if I can take part in the biker programme with my wheelchair. I could perhaps tune up the motor to speed along faster than my normal 10 kph.
Will it be a good morning, I think so. I have no big plans today, just take it one thing at a time. It is still very cold outside in the early morning 0°C, but my garden has survived up to now. I cover up the sensitive plants during the night and the few pots I have are inside. The sun is shining, we have clouds and blue sky. My cleaning lady is still in Mexico and returns next week, but everything is in order at home. Yesterday was the day I clean all the doors and today I might attack a few windows. It takes only an hour of my time and then I can forget them for a week.
I have one surviving apple blossom left on my tree which is refusing to let go. All its sisters have already gone leaving he beginnings of baby apply growth behind.
And my honesty plant is still showing its flowers behind what I suspect is a hollyhock. When they eventually disappear they will leave some very interesting seed pods.
Yesterday afternoon was another trip to the store. I did not have a lot to buy. I had made my usual cloud list with Mr. Swiss on my iPhone to make sure that I forgot nothing.The store was quite empty which meant a comfortable browse around. As I was leaving I passed the electronic department and they always have a few luxury TV sets in the window, the monster sizes that you could hang on a wall. Our TV is what I call normal size and fits its purpose. We have a cabinet for it where we can close the doors and so it does not form part of the room decoration.
Anyhow I am drifting, but yesterday I used this TV set in the store to illustrate ….. anyway, although it has now become an anyhow. It was showing a demo film of various surrealistic subjects in wonderful colours: naturally to sell their TV which was one of the more expensive sorts. I stood there with my little iPhone camera taking photos. Some I used yesterday on this blog but I still have a couple of photos I did not use.
Afterwards the elefant was shown floating away suspended by the balloons
and there was also a cake landscape. I just love those surrealistic photos. I noticed a gentleman watching me take the photos behind me, but not everyone is as extroverted as I am.
And now to return to real life with my daily housewife chores. I just might go places this afternoon, am still thinking about it, to take some photos of the real world.
In any case enjoy the world where you now are and make the most of the day. Ignore those that want to make it a miserable day. There is always somewhere a bright point, although we often have to seek it.
My elefant is now being caried away by its balloons.
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