At first I thought they were roses, but the leaf is not a rose leaf, so I decided they must be begonias.FOTD 5th September 2020: Begonia
He was sitting, waiting for the owner
The dog caught my eye, did not want to be a loner
I was being followed, no stalked with his look
I got a little closer, to keep it in the book
Riveting my person, but I had to go back home
Perhaps he is still waiting, not wanting far to roam
Drifting through the street
on my scooter
Just the clouds floating past,
They need no hooter
Refreshed with tranquility
I return to my home
Celebrating quiet moments
There is no need to roam
Mr. Swiss watching television
But also his iPad
there are two kinds of music
Oh this is so sad
Sitting at the computer
concentrating on a rhyme
This is not serenity
It borders on a crime
Another wonderful sunny morning has arrived. Yesterday was a summer’s day with all the good things. Hot, but pleasant, and plenty of sunshine and even a light breeze to make it bearable. I loved it. I was off to town in the afternoon for the week-end shopping, although that is no longer such a big thing as it was. I now plan more ahead, and just had a few veg and salad to pick up and have a look for any special offers. They had reduced the price of filet of pork by 30%, so that was an opportunity to stock up for later. I got two and they are now quietly freezing away in my freezer in the cellar. I made a false manipulation on my iPhone as I was shopping and lost the complete shopping list. It was not the first time, but I was getting mixed up having to adjust my mask constantly.
I had to depend on my memory for what I needed, but when I got home I realised I had bought it all. Today I am free to go and do what I want. Perhaps again in town, or perhaps more in the surroundings.
There was another musician in town playing his saxophone. He had recorded backing music to support him. He was OK as background music to my journey through town, but I prefer some singing to go with it.
As I wheeled around I noticed this pigeon having a bird’s eye view of everything. Otherwise I decided to get back home as I had a project to complete.
I decided on frankfurter type sausages for the evening meal, but this time instead of coupling them with a plate of soup I decided on a good old traditional potato salad. Basically I do not like making the salad. not even eating it, a lot of messing about, but Mr. Swiss likes it and it has really been a matter of years since I made one. As soon as I got home I prepared the potatoes by prodding them all over to make sure they did not explode in the microwave. After 10 minutes they were all cooked in their skins and now came the painful part of peeling them whilst very hot. Mr. Swiss helped me and amidst cries of pain form burning fingers, we completed the job. Mr. Swiss said it would be better when I would cook them a day in advance and peel them when cold the next morning. My recipe said to peel them at once however.
When we finished the peeling process I cut them in slices and covered them with bouillon to let them soak it up for half an hour. Afterwards I made my salad sauce for the potatoes. I warmed up the sausages and we were ready with the evening meal. I was worried that the potatoes might be a bit mashy, but they were cooked perfectly and I must say, for someone like me that does not have potato salad on her favourite to eat list, I quite enjoyed it. So did everyone else, although not the sort of thing I would do weekly, but for a change it was OK. I got the recipe from my online Swiss cooking group.
I was occupied in the garden this morning having a look at the new flower developments, noticing that my sedum was now in full bloom, and out of the corner of my eye saw a movement. Roschti, the neighbour’s cat, was here again. He seems to have adopted me after becoming catless after Tabby left us to enjoy her tenth life. It is almost as if Tabby had told him to keep an eye on us when she was gone.
He eventually settled in a comfortable feline suitable place to observe the developments.
And now I will observe the developments in my apartment. I must now go into action and give my orchids their weekly dose of water and fertiliser. The are still living outside in the fresh air and sun, but the time will be coming when I must move them indoors during the Winter.
May you all have a good week-end whatever you are doing See you around some time later.