Good Morning

Morning Clouds

And the same old dreary grey skies this morning. It’s raining again so only room for improvement. This weather is really miserable and there is a cold wind blowing to enhance the effect, although Mr. Swiss, who has just appeared in the kitchen tells me it is 8°C. The Swiss has always so exact with the details. I suppose they would be, having their origins in a country known for watchmaking.

So what can we do today? It’s Friday, and time again for a week-end shopping tour,

Front Garden

although in this wet and damp weather, I think I would rather stay at home and watch the garden grow like my flamingo.

Hostas

My hostas seem to be thriving in the weather. This group were only planted two years ago and are still finding their way. When they renovated our building they removed this part of the garden to plant the scaffolding.

Renovation

I will never forget those days of destruction and rubble, although it was in 2017, all rembered in my 1,100 photos. I thought we would never have a normal situation again, but the last replacement were my lost hostas.

Front Garden

At least the rest of my garden was left to grow, although there was a small battle with screws, clamps and other strange metal parts that found their way into the ground.

Yesterday my signature was again needed to sign a Swiss voting form. Mr. Swiss is very good at keeping tract of our various governmental orders. He puts the Ja and Nein on the form and I sign, although I do ask what it is about this time. We go on average every three months voting for some sort of referendum and new law and I sometimes have diffculty keeping up with it all. This time it about an increase in tax. It will probably be accepted. We are one of the few countries in the world that say yes to more tax, but we get the various leaflets explaining why. Oh to be in a direct democracy, you are always busy. We used to go to the local polling station to cast our vote, but thank goodness we can now also do it all by post, otherwise the week-ends would be a come and go at the local office.

The only written document that interests me today is my shopping list and that is long enough. The supermarket has now provisionally introduced 4 new ice tea varieties and as the customer we can vote which one will be put onto the shelves. Apparently they only have room for one new flavour and have decided to leave it to the customers which one. Naturally as a stupid customer I bough the selection of the four bottles and have so far tried the hemp tea and the white tea with pineapple and cocoanut. There is still the black tea with lemon as well as the green tea, watermelon and kiwi mixture to try. I can vote and have a chance to win a gift card. I try everything these days. you never know I might win. Up to now my choice is the white tea, but I still have to try them all. They could have added this to our national voting form, it would have saved time.

And now I am off to organise my own household. Have a good day, my the weather be with you, see you around. My creeping buttercup in the garden, just one at the moment, seems to be spreading its branches.

Creeping Buttercup

3 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. You have (again) the same weather we have. Not lovely. AND it’s cold. Tomorrow, though, are supposed be sunny so we will try to get out with cameras. The three days following? ALL rain, right through the weekend. I’m tired of being COLD all the time. We get one nice day and five miserable ones. Sheesh. But at least the trees came out with leaves. That’s something.

    I couldn’t think of ANYTHING to say about eyebrows. Other than mine are turning white.

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