Good Morning

Nothing bright and sunny this morning, not even a cloud. I am compensating with my rudbeckia laciniata, the big sister of the rudbeckia, aka black eyed susan, but these do not have a black eye. In the background you can see how dull and uninteresting the sky is. I can only hope that eventually the sun will show itself. At the moment it is not even on the horizon.

Yesterday was not such a dull day. I had to wait at the traffic lights to cross the road as our local train was on its way. Eventually the train passed by and yes, the driver gave me a special wave, so I waved back. I do the path at the side of the railway tracks a few times in the week to get into town and probably the train drivers now recognise the lady in the electric wheelchair or on the scooter. It is lovely to live in such a closely knit area where everyone is so friendly.

And so I eventually arrived in town. I noticed that there were a group on the main square and discovered it was amnesty international. They were engaging in conversations with the public, but I wheeled on past. I remember the owner of the company I worked for in my pre-retired days, he was quite a staunch follower and member. I find they are doing good work and drawing our attention to things that some governments would prefer to sweep under the carpet.

I noticed in town that our roasted chestnut man had returned for the Winter season. It is always the same family that arrive every year. I think they come from the Italian part of Switzerland. Since I have lived in our town the same family arrive every year and I have seen them grow older with their families. At the moment they are not doing such a large trade, but it is still a little too early and the weather is too warm for a paper bag of reshly roasted hot chestnuts. It is one of our many town traditions.

I arrived at the store which was half empty. Since covid is dominating our lives, there are no longer so many shoppers crowding the stores. I did not have a lot of shopping to get. I think I often do the journey just to get out and enjoy the change of scenery. I noticed quite an interesting offer on pork chops, so made the most of it. They were nicely cut, not to thick, just how we like them. They are now freezing quietly in my freezer chest.

At last I have organised my kitchen cupboards. I had too many packets of food hanging around. Thanks to a special offer of sealing plastic boxes in the store I now have everything nicely packed saving storage space and even now have a place for my frozen food sealing machine,

It is really perfect for preparing food for freezing. It vacuum seals the meat or whatever in a tight plastic wrap. My butcher also has one, naturally bigger, an industrial version. When I buy meat over the counter she does it for me, but sometimes I prefer prepacked, the chops are not so thickly cut. and now I can seal them, suitable for freezing, at home.

And look who was crawling up one of my kitchen cupboards. Naturally I carefully placed him on a piece of paper and transported him to the outside world where he belongs. It is a brown marmorated stink bug. We often get them in the garden, but a smaller version. This was one of the giants. Naturally not as big as the photo, but big enough. I have never actually smelt one, but it seems they have glands that expel a distinct smell, mainly to ward off other insects. I read a bit about them in Internet and it is quite interesting. Originally they were Chinese but one day arrived in America, probably as stowaways in packing material in machines.

Their origins in Switzerland are quite interesting.

“The brown marmorated stink bug was likely first introduced to Europe  during the repair work of the Chinese garden in Zürich in the winter of 1998”

so they have not been living here so long. How one of them found its way in a little village 100 kilometers from Zürich I do not know. Anyhow, not that my kitchen is crawling with bugs, but now and again they find they way in from the outside world.

And now to attend to my Saturday tasks. This morning I have no big plans, just the usual and this afternoon an escape to the wide world, at least to the local store. I forgot to get some potato chips yesterday, and I just love a snack in the evening, comfort television food.

Have a good week-end and remember, covid does not have a week-end, not even a holiday, it works a 24 hour day so take care. Not even our old town fortifications can keep it out.

8 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. I once joined Amnesty, but I was very disappointed. All they did was ask me for more and more money. I suppose, from their perspective, they have a supporter so let’s tap them for as much as possible. So I let my membership lapse and fortunately, they stopped contacting me in the end.
    But it kinda gave me an understanding of how these charities work, made me realise that when you see a heartbreaking advert with the message “just “2 per month can help”, £2 per month is the tip of the iceberg.

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    • I saw the news today. She was quite a remarkable person, although I must admit I did not know her. Being a Brit living in Switzerland some things do not come to my attention. And our world certainly has many wrinkles at the moment.

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  2. Good Day!
    Roasted chestnuts sold by street vendors seems like an odd tradition. I tried roasted chestnuts a while back, and was not very impressed. Almonds and walnuts once grew in the Santa Clara Valley, but not chestnuts. There are, however, a few old trees remaining at the farm. It would be nice to try them from a street vendor in Europe to see what the fuss is about, and so I could brag about trying them.

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