A nice deep red
The local railway
A local cow
A local convent
Did someone want to tell me
that my camera was not welcome
Did they think I was a spy
engaged by the telecom
Were they forbidding me to peep
Keep the camera switched off
My eye should remain closed
And I should not dare to scoff
This was an invitation
There was something to hide
And so I took a photo
To keep on the side
I am not a paparazzi
I want my Pulitzer prize
So I took another photo
But I now wear a disguise
This in ingenuity pure. This is how I should be sitting in my room at my desk with the computer and writing whatever I am writing. The windows should be shut, the blinds clossed, Swiss ingenuity at its best. According to Mr. Swiss that is the only way to keep the heat out of today’s 38°C temperatures, but he has been telling me this for the past 50 years and I still do not listen. Over the last 50 years I have succumbed to this method and managed to escape into the outside world on the terrace when he lives in a sealed box “to keep the heat out” inside. I cannot dispute this method of reasoning, He is Swiss, I am living in his country (although have had a Swiss passport for the past 50 years) and so I make allowances.
Things change over the years. 50 year later I have MS and summer temperatures are giving me problems. I need air, I need light and I want to breathe.
And so I remain in my little room and have opened the window. The blinds also remain open and although scarce now and again a small breeze enters the room. On this side of the apartment there is no direct sun in the afternoon. Although we English people do not understand the Swiss (and other European) methods of keeping the heat out of the home, we consider a breeze to be a breeze and not a draught. I am happy in my little room with an open window. It is a room with a view and fresh air, my room. There are certain aspects of the Swiss way of life that I do not need or want.
And one day the cooler temperatures will return when long sleeves and socks will be worn again and me? No, never, I will remain in my t-shirts with short sleeves and no socks, but I am a Brit.
Its all a blue sky this morning, so I though I would start the day with a photo of my roses. I have to be quick at the moment because of our almost tropic weather. As soon as the flowers appear they begin to dry out in the sun and wilt. Yesterday I had to remove some burnt leaves from my sage plant and now I cover it up during the day. Every year we have our heat wave in the Swiss summer, but I do not remember one with such intense heat from the sun as this year. Some plants love it, but others tend to suffer from the heat.
This is my other rose bush and a different sort of rose. It is also more in the shade at the side of the garden.
And I discovered that this one began to show a flower this morning. It was one of my gardener’s surprises that she planted when renewing my garden. We call it a “Königskerze” meaning King’s candle, but I believe the english name is Mullein, which I have never heard before. It is now only the first flower, but when all the buds open I am sure it will be one of the stars in the garden.
So what am I doing in this hot weather? During the morning I deal with household chores as the sun is not yet so intense. After lunch I have my daily midday sleep and afterwards I find a nice cool place to be in the afternoon, which is not longer so available. I used to sit out on the porch with my computer when at home, but this is now a hot air vacuum. In the back room it is better, the sun is on the other side of the apartment and I can even sit with the windows open to the front garden, although Mr. Swiss complains that I am letting the hot air in. I find it a little refreshing with open windows.
Yesterday I had a shopping trip in the afternoon and Mr. Swiss decided he wanted to come as well. No problem, it is a long while since he went anywhere except for the doctors. Luckily our supermarket is air conditioned and the car also has its own climate conditioner, although we were both glad to get home again. Today it is an afternoon at home, I have no longing to go anywhere in my wheelchair in this heat. I am hoping to be able to get out on Saturday afternoon as our local town will be having its annual market festival and there will be market stalls everywhere, music and other amusements.
At the moment we are again surrounded by noise outside as they are clearing away the cut down remains of our wild meadow and trimming the stubs of growth left in the ground.
And I am now off, it is the day of fresh bed linen again – those days come far to quickly for my taste. I have already recovered my duvet an cushion, now to Mr. Swiss bed and afterwards turn the mattresses and put on the clean fitted sheets and clean under the beds. I will now go and wish you all a good day wherever you are.