FOWC with Fandango: Slide

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I happened to be in town this afternoon wanting to have a look at our bike days. However, the bike days were only for the paying public and so I decided that as I cannot ride a bike, just slide around on one and probably create an accident, I stopped at the local town playground.

When I was a kid a slide was just something you climbed up on a ladder and afterwards you slid down from a height. That was in the good old days. Today the slide has been developed into an artistic creation. My mum just let me do it on my own, but today there are more risks attached with sliding down the modern version. It seemed that the kids arrive in groups accompanied by mums and dads, brothers and sisters. Even the slide is no longer straight forward, but seems to have bumps. I hope that the parents have a good insurance for their kids that includes dangers of sliding.

FOWC with Fandango: Slide

RDP Sunday: Finish

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What could be better than to show the finishing line of our local bike day races, although I did not see anyone racing anywhere, but the complete town was in biker fever. I took a few photos when they were constructing a few object in the old moat of our fortress walls.

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But that was all I managed to see. I was a little under the weather yesterday, but feeling a little better today I decided to wheel long in my chair to see if there was anything worth a photo or two, but I soon realised that this was not a charity event. There was an entrace and I was prepared to weel through when they asked to see my ticket. “Ticket?” I asked and was told I could buy one in the kiosk opposite. I did not ask what they cost and decided not being a biker myself my interest began to wain when I should give money. I rarely take money with me when I am on my way in my chair. I thought I could perhaps grab a couple of photos of men with muscles on their calves as they rode past on their racing bikes, but no way. Everything was bordered with fences and you could see nothing, unless of course, you had a ticket. I heard someone speaking over a microphone as if he were commentating a world class tour de something, but saw no one actually racing on a bike.

At least I saw the finishing post at the  beginning of our Kreuzacker Bridge, emblazoned with advertising for the local supermarket. And then it began to rain. Nothing big, just a few drops, so I decided to visit the local aviary which was quite near, but the bird fences are very camera unfriendly. There were a few more raindrops and so I was on my way home with two photos of the biker days  and some blurred bird photos. There were a few other bits and pieces, but nothing spectacular.

And there were no calf muscles anywhere. The general biker public seemed to be school kid age with their bikes and their mums and dads that were keeping an eye on them. What a disappointment that was.

RDP Sunday: Finish

Good Morning

Morning Sky

An interesting cloud formation this morning with a band of dark grey in the middle. Yes I am back, not exactly fighting fit, but my head now seems to be attached to my body again. At least I was outside taking a few photos of the surrounding world.

I am now hoping that my cold is slowly disappearing. Yesterday I had no energy for anything and spent most of the day in a horizontal position. We had very strong winds yesterday, a so-called European windstorm (we call it an Orkan) and various objects were floating around, including the lid to the neighbour’s bin on her balcony which arrived in our garden. Luckily no accidents, it was a plastic lid, although I was glad that Tabby our feline was not outside. She is now an elderly lady and avoids such excitement.


Our lilac tree opposite survived the high winds and is still standing with its flowers.


I believe I have now discovered what this strange arrival in our wild meadow is. The petals are now gradually leaving a seed pod. When I asked my plantsnap app if it recognised it it tells me that it is a plaintain or fleawort of which they are many varieties. Generally known as “weed” I suppose, but some weeds also have their charm.

Bleeding Heart

My bleeding hearts are also bearing up outside and every year they return bigger and better than the last year.

So spare a thought for all the mothers out there today, it is mother’s day, although the Brits already had their mother’s day some time in March. They always like to do things differently. Of course I am a mother too, but I get my rewards throughout the year just seeing them growing up and getting on with their lives. By the way No. 2 grandchild is now on the way, so in my golden olden years it looks like my grandmother status is being maintained.

I have a bit of a complex with mother’s day actually. When I was still a kid my dad was quite nervous that I would forget it as he would have to bear the repercussions of a sulking mother afterwards. Of course I did not forget it, how could you when the shops and TV were full of advertisement, but mum could be very fussy about stuff like that. It is one of the reasons why I am not so fussy about those days. Actually I was in the store last week and they had some nice flowers for the day. However, I know that when I go to the store on Monday they will still have them, and all reduced to half price. They had some wonderful passion flower plants, really big in pots.

Passion Flower

I really like them and found that such a pot would be ideal in my garden, however not for the price of sixty Swiss Francs. I will wait and see if they are reduced on Monday. I also noticed you can buy seeds, 20 in a packet, and might try that. Mr. Swiss said spontaneously he would have organised such a plant if he had known, but I told him that for that money I would have a few other suggestions.

In the meanwhile, due to my sneezing and cold, I at last managed to catch up on some reading yesterday. An online colleague, Marilyn, recommended a book about Cicero, the roman lawyer by Robert Harris, so I decided to give it a go as I was bookless and I must say those Romans were certainly well organised, although a bit on the brutal side. I naturally got the trilogy so will be busy with my thousand pages for the next few weeks.

And now to catch up on life that I missed for a day yesterday. Thank goodness I am feeling better today. Have a good Sunday everyone.