It rained all night and is still raining this morning, so everything is wet. It does not bother me so much in the morning as I do not go anywhere, but I am hoping it will stop by this afternoon when I have to go to the store.
Yesterday was a pleasant day and I went for a wheelie in the neighbourhood. Actually I was accompanying Mr. Swiss in his scooter, but took the opportunity to take a few photos on the way.
I was particularly pleased to see this European smoke tree. They have such spectacular brushes on the twigs after flowering. I also have one in my garden, but it is one of the more compact flowering varieties. They have such nice dark red leaves throughout the summer.
The crops are also now quite high in the field and in a month it will probably be the first harvest, if not sooner. Growing up in the town of London I had no big idea about agriculture, but since living here out in the country, I realise it is a rhythm of life and I enjoy it very much.
I even managed to get a shot at a crow yesterday. They are now hopping around since the wild meadow had been mowed down to see what they can find amongst the remainders. I see quite a lot of crows during the winter when I feed the birds, but now they are busy doing their own thing and probably bringing up the kids.
It seems the Brits have discovered a plain and simple medicine, a steroid, which is helpful against the negative effects of coronavirus, although mainly for the bad cases of patients on machines. Of course this is very positive and will definitely save lives. It seems to be a general outbreak of euphoric feelings at the moment almost claiming a cure has been found. The advantage would be that this medicine is available for all and quite reasonable in price, but it is not the cure we are all waiting for. Cases in Switzerland remain at a minimum with an average of approximately 20 new patients daily. When will this all end? I have often a strange feeling that various countries are staging a competition to find who gets the cure first and afterwards are patting themselves on the back for it.
And as Mr. Swiss wheels on his way across the countryside, I will move on my way throughout the apartment, cleaning here and there.