The secret life of a tulipFOTD 16th April 2022: Tulip
Daily Archives: 16/04/2022
FOWC with Fandango: Irrelevant
Santa and his helper at Easter – what could be more irrelevant? And she definitely does not have any eggs in her basket.FOWC with Fandango; Irrelevant
RDP Saturday: Eggs
It seems we still have enough eggs to sell “free range eggs direct from the farm” tells it all. I see the hens regularly and some times they take the free range words quite seriously and they might crawl under the fence and begin to explore the range they have.
This looks like a family excursion.
Of course I also have eggs, bought at the local store. I cannot be bothered to colour them myself and these six will cover our needs. I remember when all four kids were at home we would have an egg painting session with all sorts of designs and colours, about 20-30 eggs, but those days are gone. I now leave it to my son and his family to cater for needs with my grandchildren.RDP Saturday:Eggs
Seems strange to wish a good evening when daylight surrounds us: warm weather, the sun is shining and the bees are humming. I did not know whether to go into town or not today. I decided staying at home is also no solution, so I saddled my scooter and drove off. As I approached town I noticed my battery was a bit on the low side. No problem and I would easily be able to drive plenty of kilometers, but I decided to turn back just as I reached the entrance to town marked by our cathedral. No problem, I drove back and on the way passed Mr. Swiss golden oldie refuge, so I naturally called in. He was pleased to see me and I spent a pleasant hour there meeting a few of his golden oldie colleagues he now has. He is really settling in nicely now and as one of the younger and more active residents, he seems to be becoming more active.
I eventually left remembering I had a pile or ironing to do at home. I still had my bed linen and a few other items to deal with.
So today nothing special to see, just a trip along the main road. There were just a few cars on their way but almost no people. Sometimes I have the feeling I am living in a ghost town.
We do have an art gallery on the way, with an exhibition now and again, but I must admit I have never visited and have rarely seen people there. They are mostly unknown artists in a modern style.
So after dealing with my ironing I started the evening meal. Whilst my son is now tidying the kitchen for me, I am on the computer and might even watch some TV this evening. Easter holidays can be so boring. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday, so more quiet days in my little corner of Switzerland. Monday is the last day of this boring time of the year. Perhaps I might eat a chocolate Easter egg to cheer myself up.
And as the golden sun sinks slowly in the West etc. etc.