Protea are such interesting flowers.
Protea are such interesting flowers.
Even swans like to ruffle their feathers
as well as ducks
Everything was surprisingly quiet in my front garden this morning. Even the birds were no longer singing, which aroused my curiosity. I decided to investigate and then I saw it. Two legs poking through the greenery.
I decided to take a closer look. Oh shock, my garden flamingo had collapsed, or was it murder. I noticed that as soon as it arrived in the garden the other birds were jealous. Of course the pink flamingo got all the attention.
I suspected my bird of paradise, but he just looked in the other direction. He was always looking in the same corner. I decided to have a post mortem on my flamingo, but he was still breathing as he usually breathes, silently. I decided to give him CPR and he began to move his legs, so all was not lost. It seems it was the wind that made him lose his balance, but as soon as he was back on his feet again, with his stone weight between the legs for balance, he had recovered. I suspected that the bird of paradise was not totally innocent and had move the stone during the night when he tends to come alive.
I live in a splashy area with a river running through it. The river Aar is not such a splashy event and behaves usually. It is the side streams that seem to arrive when not expected and are mainly splashy if it rains. This one has a few stones on the way, hence the bubbles and froth, but afterwards arrives in the cemetery where it behaves, and like all other streams in the area it finally disappears into the river.
Of course none of this compares to the Rheinfall in Schaffhausen. My son lives in a village near Schaffhausen so I took the opportunity to pay a visit. This is not a splash, but a roar. I am always reminded of the film “Niagara” with Marilyn Monroe and Joseph Cotton, although the Rheinfall is not so exciting and as far as I know no-one has been killed there yet.
This was just the beginning in July 2017. It was a complete estate containing appartment blocks in existence since the fifties. I saw the slow demolition when we travelled to the local store during the week and took many photos. It had a special meaning for my Mr. Swiss as it was where he spent his teenage years with his mother. Today the blocks no longer exist, but have been replaced with something more modern, although the nostalgia remains. The roof is already missing.
And so the demolition work continued. I am a little proud to have recorded the process in my weekly photos as we drove past.
Sorry to be so late, but the week was a little stressed.
I am not the gifted quotation inventor, but time is something you cannot escape from when you are a golden oldie and wonder if you will be able to celebrat 100 years (in 27 years for me) with a telegramme from the Queen of the UK (or her successor – she is now also over 90 years of age).
This clock in the main square of Solothurn, Switzerland says it all, but who will win. I would tip on the guy standing on the right.
Even a broken clock is right twice a day, but time does not care, it carries on regardless.
Let’s see, Will the sun win and remain to brighten up the day, or will the storm clouds take over. I bet on the sun, because we have a cold wind blowing that will probably sweep away the clouds during the morning, at least I hope so. That means that we will be having another glorious day: not exacly filled with Spring warmth, but we will survive. This morning I even gave my raised beds and garden some water to keep them fresh as the wind tends to dry everything in the garden. Mr. Swiss also supported my efforts of spraying everything, as he emptied a complete cup of ready made coffee on the kitchen floor. When I eventually arrived in the kitchen he had done his best to clean it all away with a silly little dish rag. I took over with my floor mop which is always ready for such emergencies in the household machine chamber and now I already have a spotlessly clean kitchen floor. In the meanwhile My cat Tabby decided again to christen her recycling tray, which I had already emptied from the nightly visits five minutes before. I am sure she watches and waits. She just likes to leave her marks everywhere.
Yesterday was a beautiful afternoon for a wheelie in the village. I was rewarded by seeing my cows again on the meadows. The were also on the pastures next to the church burial grounds.
It was good to see them again. Were they the survivors, or new in the herd? I tip on survivors. The calves are rarely to be seen. They all had their ear jewellery.
There were also a few horses around, so the annual routine at the stables has returned. I notice that the horses really go for the ground cover for a good munch. Probably they are glad of a change from the boring Winter diet of hay.
Actually I was not planning to go too far as my wheelchair had not been charged up and I was not sure how far it would take me. The guy told me that as long as the green light was showing on the switch, I could travel for a couple of hours. Only one green light was showing – there are two, but I decided to take a chance and after two hours travelling around it was still full power. I usually upload it during the night and now it is again full power, although this afternoon I will be on my way in the car to the store for some bits and pieces.
For a golden oldie with a bit of movement problems, I do try to make the most of it. I just like going places and experiencing new events, even if it just a new product on the supermarket shelves, or a new plant in the gardening department. And afterwards I can check on my iPad how many more points I have gained on my purchases in the store. I know, little things please little minds, but bigger fools are always looking on in envy, although many would say in sympathy I suppose.
So have a good day everyone. I hope the weather is with you, and those at the other end of the scale, sleep well.
Of course I could not resist a photo of the local castle Waldegg on my journey yesterday, with the Jura mountains in the background: and this only a five minute wheelchair drive from home.
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