One of the giants of the world of flowers.
One of the giants of the world of flowers.
Nothing seems to be very coherent at the moment. Even my view from the back porch is not longer what it was. This morning they cut down the fir tree which had been there since I can remember and I live here now 20 years. I suppose once advantage is that I now get a better view of the Jura mountains in the background.
The only prince that I ever saw in real life was Prince Monolulu. Never heard of him? One of my dad’s favourite animals was a horse, not that he could ride one, but he loved to see them racing, even better with a bet on the winner, especially if you were at the race course savouring the atmosphere and hearing the noises.
Of course, I should know. I think I had seen more live horse races as a kid than the most and that was where I saw Prince Monolulu. For an exception this photo was not taken by me, it must have been some time in the fifties by the clothing that was being worn. But one day mum and dad took me to a family outing to a race course, most probably Hurst Park in the county of Surrey South of London. And there he was Prince Monolulu: no he was not a real prince but that was the title he gave himself. There are details about him in Wikipedia, but for some reason his place of work were the race courses.
He was known for his war cry “I gotta horse” and would sell his tips for the winner of the race. I saw him dressed in his colourful clothes and have never forgot the impression he left behind, although I was probably just about 5-6 years old at the time. Anyhow I had a look and found the following YouTube video of the Derby, a well known British race. This was the first time that it took place again after the war. Prince Monolulu can be seen for short moment, but I found the other scenes also of interest. It was quite nostalgic especialy when the real Prince and the Queen arrived.
The heat wave has returned and I am again confined to the home as wheeling around under the hot sun is not my sort of thing. However, today is a day of visiting the store in the afternoon (thank goodness for the air conditioning) and on the way I have a document to deliver to the local tax office. Mr. Swiss said he will come with me, but that will be seen. I am the opinion that dropping it in a letter box for the post also does the trick and it is not always necessary to bring it, even if it is on the way. At the moment I have just had enough of these extra visits here and there. I do like to get out and see things, but not too much.
In the meanwhile we are surrounded by noise. I saw this “lumberjack” (OK I know we are not in the forests of Canada) chiselling away on one of my favourite trees, the fir tree. Every year the ground is covered with some cones and it is a nice tree. I have taken many photos of it, in the morning light.
This is one of the last with the Jura mountains in the background. Why the last?
This is the result of the tree cutters work: just a pile of branches. Perhaps the tree was no longer as fit as it should be. I noticed that this year there were no more cones and the green tinge to the needles was missing: so another tree hits the dirt. I have many photographic memories of this tree. The noise from the cutter has now stopped and something that took many years to grow has been demolished in an hour.
Whilst there was noise in front of the house, we had noise in the house and the lift mechanics arrived when I was outside in the front garden and apologised for the noise in the next couple of days when the lift would be out of action due to scraping the walls. The noise does not bother me so much, but the inconvenience of not being able to use the lift. I cannot walk down the stairs to the garage where my car is. I will have to walk to the next entrance and use their lift: not such an inconvenience, but a longer walk. Thank goodness my key also fits their entrance door.
Otherwise life goes on. Son No. 1 is now back home and so my catering abilities will be increased due to one more at the table. He still has two weeks holiday.
Otherwise I am now approaching the end of my photo marathon by transferring all of my thousands of photos into Google. I still have my photos in Flickr, but the Google quality I find better. It is also easier to transfer the newer photos into my blog.
And to the background noise of the tree saw (yes he has returned) I will leave you for the day. It is a new week and may it bring a few positive events. At least my hot pink buddleia is now flowering on its branches.
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