Even roses grow wild along some of our local paths.
Even roses grow wild along some of our local paths.
Our village must be one of the most satisfied and happiest places . They are continuously making hay, naturally only during the summer months when the sun is shining, and the local cows eat it all throughout the year, especially during the Winter. What could be better,
We even have happy cows.
If it fits, then sit.
I suppose we all have our beacons somewhere: a point that draws our attention, always there. Of course living in Switzerland I have the alps, but even they only show themselves when the light is right.
Just along the path, as I approach the river my landmarks come into view: the garbage burning plant. Day and night the chimneys churn out the smoke. You have something you want to get rid of and it is too complicated for the general rubbish collection? Just pile it into a van or truck and drive across the river to one of the next villages where we have the garbage disposal plant. They will burn it for you, and of course it costs money. Mr. Swiss did it once when we wanted to dispose of our old three piece suite.
You drive onto the scales and it is weighed. Then it is all tipped into the eternal fires of no return. Afterwards drive out and again on the scales. According to the missing weight you will be charged for the disposal. Of course we are bothered by the sight of eternal smoke, it never stops. However we are assured that it is “clean” smoke and holds no danger for the surrounding nature.
Sometimes it might blow in the other direction and even have a different colour, but it is all very safe, so they say.
This magpie is fluttering goodbye and hopefully no more snow in March.
Decisions, decisions: the usual coldcut problems
At least it is a dry day although I saw traces of rain drying outside on the porch stones. And yet another week-end is here. Sometimes I feel that my life has become days of week-ends, although it seems that week-ends are also no longer what they should be with the panic caused by the new virus. Many events have now been cancelled. What are the football fans going to do without their Saturday match being played? Large groups are now forbidden according to the government orders to try and prevent the disease spreading all the more.
My life will continue as ever. I generally try to avoid unnecessary shopping trips on Saturday and like to take a wheelie into town. Yesterday I got the week-end shopping as usual and now I have the privilege to cook the food I bought whilst the others wait in line to eat it.
Even the crow has only one aim in life in the morning. The walnut feast has arrived, so take what you can before the thieving magpies arrive. I wonder how he can fit a whole walnut into his beak.
Things are progressing in the garden and this morning I noticed that the tulips are also arriving. They are always the last of the spring flower events. At last we are gradually getting some colour outside.
It seems even the crocus sleep at night and they are were still closed when I saw them this morning.
Even the TV was not so interesting yesterday evening. Somehow I did not imagine that my older years would be as they are. Sometimes I can compare it to a waiting room preparing for the next part, although there is no next part. This is it, so make the most of it. I am hoping for an afternoon without rain so that I can at least take a wheelie into town in my chair and see something different. It has been a week since I saw something else than the inside of a supermarket.
And I will now make my way for the usual routined Saturday morning. Enjoy your week-end and make the most of it. Monday comes soon enough.
At least I have my orchid to brighten up the morning.
Gladiola also have their talents.
Some birds just do not want to sit on your hand.
Not to mention the two that are sitting in the bush.
It was only the pepper than made me sneeze
And they used to say bless you
Now I am left all on my own
I just blew my nose and said ah-choo
It is not the virus, I am feeling fine
They look at me as if I was satanic
I tell them to stay cool and remain polite
Before they break out in panic
And now I am left at home on my own
I have been put in quarantine
So now I can sneeze as much as I want
There is no need for vaccine
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