The bee, or whatever it is with the striped pullover, is probably grateful to discover this freshly opend echinacea flower to perform is purpose in life.
Otherwise forget grateful. At the age of 73 the only gratefulness is for the treatment I get from the doctor to keep me going and that is all paid for by me through the sickness insurance. What is this grateful thing? It is the third time in the last half year that I should write about it, although admittedly I do not have to write about anything really. So do your work little bee and be grateful that I have flowers in my garden to give you something to do.
FOWC with Fandango: Grateful
The latest news is that our Swiss alps are still there, they have not yet melted, so nothing with climate change.
Although, do not tell anyone, otherwise it might cause a sensation but …., yes, they were hollowed out many years ago. The Swiss had to have somewhere to put their tanks, and weapons and crossbows, not forgetting their gold bars from the banks of course.
And we still have ice and snow? Easy, your fridge also has ice and sometimes snow: all done by condensers on the surface.
So that is enough said, I want to keep my Swiss passport.
FOWC with Fandango: News
Walking in the dark
When the moon doesn’t shine
You might have a shock
in my garden with this sign
Two eyes are staring
Through the bushes in the dark
It’s a warning to the public
Not to leave their mark
There is no battery
Something very strange
They follow all your movements
You want to leave their range
In the daytime they are normal
They do not impress
But during the night
They can really cause you stress
FOWC with Fandango: Battery
Switzerland: Cacophony? Such a little counry minding their own business and tending to the lawns and parks surrounding their banks. We all know that no noise is to be made in a bank. We even have only numbers for certain bank accounts, the name of the owners is not to be mentioned.
On the other hand we have carnival in late Winter. These are the days when music is made in the streets, all beginning on a certain Thursday in the early hours of the morning with something to blow or bang: the main idea being making noise. It goes further during the day when strangely masked humans take to the streets dressed in their costumes and now are actually playing music that could be recognised, the louder the better.
I suppose you could compare it to the American composer, Charles Ives, whose famous pieces of music, especially “The Unanswered Question”, might be called cacophony by some. That is a matter of taste, although I quite like it. It is said that he once directed music at the crossroads of a few streets, each band playing a different tune as they walked through the streets, meeting at the centre.
FOWC with Fandango: Cacophony
This is the nearest you get to a prison in our area. It is a remand prison, hence the wire and fence. It is next to the grounds of our local hospital. I remember one of my last stays at the hospital the noise in the evening as the wives would be standing outside and their husbands would be having loud conversations with them from the prison. As far as I know no-one ever tried to break out. That only happens in the larger prisons where sentences are long.
FOWC with Fandango: Escape
Some might say he has a raspy voice, but for me he is OK. His voice expresses the atmosphere of the songs he sings. Tom Waits is one of my favourites.
FoWC with Fandango: Raspy
If it has fur and is known by the name of dog and has finished its refreshing swim in the river, then take a photo from a distance and go. Dogs like a nice good shake after having a swim and you could be the victim of an unwanted shower if standing too near.
Otherwise my shaking is limited to the container with the instant whipped cream.
And that is all I have to say on the subject of shaking, so beware of the wet dog.
FOWC with Fandango: Shake