Dandelion Puffballs with the seeds for next year’s growth.
Dandelion Puffballs with the seeds for next year’s growth.
Do you realise how difficult it is today to find a photo with suited men. Even the so-called “designer” jeans are accepted on official occasions. Here we are going back to 1968 when I was a 22 year old taking minutes at an international meeting, being held in Oslo, Norway. When my boss in my Swiss company invited informed me that they needed someone that wrote stenography to take notes at a European conference where 95% would be in the english language and the remaining 5% in French and I would be ideal, you do not say no. The actual conference was known as the CEE Conference, and our part dealt with safety regulations for hand tools, such as drills etc.
I arrived in Oslo, accompanied by a few members of the Swiss delegation. The next day the conference began: a large hall packed with about 100 members of the delegation and for this particular event, Switzerland had the chairmanship. There I was sitting on the stage and writing, writing, writing. Today it would probably all be done by recordings, but at that time they were not applied.
Unfortunately digital cameras were not yet in use and I only had my basic camera with me, with film. If only I had taken more photos. We made excursions on the days when there was no conference and I remember visiting a hydraulic power plant with dam, and we had excursion to the Norwegian mountain area.
Norwegian mountains are quite high, but not with peaks and valleys, more slopes. I remember every time I reached the top of a slope, I was confronted with further slopes. With time it was a little boring taking walks.
Another memory I had was of the wooden train we took to the outskirts of Oslo, passing the well known Olympic ski jump at Holmenkollen on the way.
When I returned to my office afterwards I was occupied for at least a week writing the minutes I had recorded at the meeting. Who knows, perhaps they still exist somewhere in the records.
I remember it happening in November at the end of the year. Afterwards my romance began with Mr. Swiss, we got married in the following February and that was the next suited occasion. And then there was the next conference to be held in London, my home town. My boss called me into his office to ask if I would be prepared to do the necessary again, but I then had a baby bump and so my chance of becoming an international conference secretary was over.
However I have never forgot the week I spent in Oslo with the suited men.
Up early in the morning when we prefer to sleep
But everyone expects us to make a merry peep
“Oh how sweet” they say, singing from the trees
Gripping on the branches to survive a very strong breeze
“They are singing for their supper” the humans are so sure
But it is all a chemical reaction, blame the sun to force this chore
One thing we can assure you, we do not sing for us
It is all a stupid custom, called a dawn chorus
There is a time of the year, usually end of August, when every field has a machine harvesting the produce of the Summer months. Here they are gathering the results of the maize, corn.
Some of the machines are real monsters, but compared to the earlier days when farm labourers worked all day to gather the results, it is a great improvement.
And the days of hay stacks are now long ago. The crops are now rolled into neat partcels.
At last a normal morning with no appointments at an ungodly hour or maintenance men coming to fit a new oven and microwave. I even have one of those interesting sunrises with a bit of colour, supplied by the sun, to begin the day.
And here it is, although I must admit after having the same one for at least ten years, I now have to adapt to the new developments. Even my No. 1 son was a little suspicious when he saw it as he often does a quick warm up in the microwave if there are left overs from lunch to eat in the evening, although I would add there are rarely leftovers. He usually eats everything at lunch that is too much. Anyhow it works. I cooked the cauliflower in the microwave yesterday and it turned out perfectly. Also the pork chops for lunch from the oven were a good result. I now have a pyrolitic extra in my oven. No more cleaning to do. Just switch the pyrolitic extra on in the evening and let it work. All the residue is burnt off the surfaces and you just have to collect it afterwards when the oven has cooled down. At least that it what the instruction manual says and the guy that installed it: what could be better.
I am now so glad for a daily routine, although this afternoon I am off after lunch to get my winter tyres mounted on the car. I already got a reminder yesterday by SMS on my phone that it is today and I should arrive 5 minutes earlier than the time. As I am missing out my lunchtime sleep for this appointment I should be able to organise it. I will have to leave No. 1 son and Mr. Swiss to tidy up the kitchen after lunch.
Now I have time again to see what is happening in the garden, although not very much. We are now on the dying memories of what was and although this brave rose decided to bloom at the end of September, its days are no numbered and it is slowly giving up.
My hostas are also no longer what they were, but I will leave them until the leaves collapse on the ground. It is then quite easy to pull them out and dispose of them.
Yesterday was an afternoon shopping trip and Mr. Swiss decided to accompany me, although he usually disappears and does his own thing, filling up his chocolate supplies and various electronic goods, such as a new refill for one of the colours on our colour eating monster of a printer. I noticed our electronic department in the store is closing, although will be re-opening under another name which actually belongs to our local store. I am hoping that they have everything I need and also that they do not take any parking places reserved for the handicapped.
I must now organise my bird feeder for outside. I have already begun to feed the birds with some bread remainders I have in the morning. Apart from the usual crowd of crows, magpies and sparrows I notice a new arrival this morning. I managed to capture a pboto, although must blow it up to be able to recognise it.
And now to depart to pastures anew. There are things to be done and organised. Have a good day.
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