Good Morning


Misty morning

Looking out at the world this morning, I discovered it was one of those misty mornings, our typical Autumn weather. We blame it on the river that runs through it. Everything taking its usual course, it means that we will have a bright a sunny day, although probably cold. We were used to an early morning noise from our builder colleagues. They have now left us for other victims, and we are left with the painters.

We are now noticing the difference. We have been allotted three painters for 13 appartments to give the finishing Picasso touches on both sides, so it will be anther month until it is finished. It is rarely you actually see or hear a painter as their brushes do not make so much noise and most of the time they are probably watching the paint dry. However yesterday I managed to corner the man in charge, and soon his two colleagues arrived. They were painting the appartments on the two floors above us and now it will be our turn today. We will again be incarcerated in plastic and there will be no free passage outside. I have warned our cat not to leave her paw marks on the new painted surfaces. I am not sure if she knew what I was talking about, she likes to mark things.

We just want our private life back.

No. 2 son called yesterday by phone and so there was a long conversation catching up on the development of baby Alexander. We are well supplied with photos and videos and it is wonderful to see him growing. I will not be posting baby photos as the family have decided against a social site baby. There are some babies in Facebook that seem to grow up online day by day. My only attachment to Facebook is when I have something to say which is not very often, my last rant being about the new exclusive iPhone. And of course my crosspostings from WordPress, but on a separate site and not on the public site, although everyone sees them in any case.

Further to the mysterious growth on my basil plant (see the last two good morning posts with illustrations) we have come to the conclusion that it is probably a common bindweed, convulvulus) which is looking for a place to live. Eventually it will return to the happy hunting grounds together with my basil which cannot withstand the cold Swiss winter temperatures.

Rolling Stones Concert

No. 1 son arrived home safely from his Rolling Stones concert in the early hours of the mrning. As he went with a local coach company, he had no trouble with catching last trains and I heard him enter at 1.00 a.m. in the early morning hours. I borrowed his ticket for a photo before he went yesterday. This was only a standing place and the concert was in the largest football stadium in Zürich. At the price of CHF 164.35, I would say the Stones must be living a good life. I am also a fan, but my fanship remains within borders at this price.

And now there are beds to be covered with fresh linen (already done half) and other daily housewife chores to complete. I am not on a tour of the supermarket this morning, so have time to listen to the vacuum cleaner and the conversations of the painters as our home becomes pale green – yes that is the chosen colour – go figure.

I leave you with a view from the top floor of the parking space at the local supermarket, looking over the village of Bellach with the Bucheggberg hills in the background – yes, another free geography lesson from my place. Be good, keep the keyboard clean on your computers, and beware of the trojans and other such attackers.

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Good Morning


I know that you are all waiting for the latest news report on the strange vine-like growths that have appeared on my basil outside on the porch. They are still growing and now hanging down. They seem to be searching for something, but we are not quite sure what. At the moment we are refraining from adding basil leaves to the tomato salad, at least not from this particular stalk. The question now is what will happen when the basil eventually dies due to the colder weather. Will this invader continue on its journey on our porch, will it engulf our newly painted surfaces on our appatment, or will it dwindle, disappearing to an unlnown place, only to return again next year in full force. I notice our cat Tabby makes a large detour around this plant when outside and hisses.


On a lighter note, our sedum in the garden is flowering and the colours are becoming quite intensive: not a bad colour for a normal cheaper iPhone 6 camera, however yesterday we got an update. Yes, we now all have the newest IOS 11 which is apparently necessary because of the new expensive, record breaking iPhone 8+++++ with all its benefits and Zeros after the price.  I am still thinking about how nice it would  be, but it will probably remain as a thought

However, I uploaded this new update to two iPads and my iPhone, to make sure I was missing nothing. On the way it asked me if I wanted to replace my entry code with a fingerprint. My answer was not. There are fingerprints all over my iPhone from constant swiping and it might get confused. I was also asked if I would make all the information on my iPhone available to the prying bytes of Apple, which I also answered in the negative. The whole process took about 40 minutes on two iPads and an iPhone and eventually I was finished. However, after a while I again got a suspicious “1” on my settings button on my iPhone/iPads in red. It reminded me again to confirm what I had installed, as if it could not believe that I was rejecting all its suggestions, and it was confirmed. Now I have peace and quiet. The photo programme has apparently been improved, although it is the same as before, just is a different way.

Today our government is voting for a new minister and I am getting regular reports on my “i” news stuff with the latest developments. We have 7 ministers and one is leaving, and so we must have a replacement. It is not so easy in a country speaking 3 main languages and an extra on on top and they like to keep a language balance. It has been some time since we had an Italian speaking minister, although the french speaking do not like to be ignored. I have not been following this thing intensely. I think there are three candidates. In any case there is an italian speaking one, so my bet would go on him. The politics have to be right, but so does the language it seems.

No 1 son has taken the day off as he will be going to the Rolling Stones concert in Zürich. He got his ticket some time ago. It is well organised as there is a coach company in town that takes the fans to the concert and brings them home afterwards. No. 1 son always visits the Stones concerts when in Switzerland.

Today I will again be staying at home, listening to the painters applying their brushes to our outside walls and in between watching the paint dry. Compared to the builders they are a ghostly appearance, as they are very quiet and dressed completely in white, except for a few paint stains.

I am now off to deal with other important work, we cannot sit on the computer all day, there are places to go and things to be seen, like the supermarket and its offer of food. Be kind to your computers and enjoy the day.

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Good Morning


This is the current state of our hedge, if you can call it a hedge. Since at least 4-5 months it has been left to do what it wants to and so we called the gardner last week as Mr. and Mrs. Angloswiss are not longer as fit as they were and cutting hedges is no longer possible.

Today the gardner arrived and they are busy with their hedge cutters in the back and front garden. We live in Switzerland and it is an unwritten law that hedges must be hedges otherwise the neighbours will begin to talk. Our garden is also looking a little neglected, but with builders trampling everywhere it is difficult to make a prognosis. The lawn is not what it used to be, but there is no point doing thing in Autumn. We will have to wait for the Spring.

There is a gardner involved in the renovation work and it is decreed that he will bring everything back to its original state before the builders arrived with their destruction programme, although I very much doubt it. He cut down a privet bush because it was obstructing the builders path, he completely destroyed one of my flower beds and removed a hosta bed. Miracles no longer happen in my part of the world so I have no great expectations. At least my own gardener knows what to do.

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I showed a photo of the strange growth on my basil plant yesterday. I have now taken some more photos and naturally asked the gardner what he thought. He confirmed he has never seen anything like it and it has nothing to do with the basil plant, but probably grew out of the earth. He says it must be some sort of creeping plant. It is all very mysterious. I looked to the sky buy found no strange lights or comets, perhaps it is all in the imagination.

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Yesterday we went on our normal shopping trip and I noticed some strange cloud formations. There are signs – strange growths on a basil and clouds that are forming strange shapes.

And now I must move on. There is a guy standing outside in a cloak with a hood hiding his face,  with a scythe in his hand and I do not think he belongs to the gardening team.

Enjoy the day, I will not – I should clean the bathroom which is not my favourite housework.

See you around.

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Good Morning

Morning Sky

And another day breaks over the tiny village of Feldbrunnen in Switzerland, illuminating the scaffolding and the vegetation. What daily excitement will occur today, what actions will take place. In the distance the noise of an electric saw can be heard – are they sharpening the guillotine once again? And suddently three men appeared on the edge of the garden: all were looking upwards. One was dressed in white, the uniform of the builders, but no, the builders have gone, moved on to their next victims. I was watching from a safe place in the kitchen, half hidden by my computer. Suddently I saw one of them quickly glance in my direction, but turned his head again. He did not want me to notice that I was under observation.

I was debating whether to approach them with the words “take me to your leader” as I had never seen these particular examples up to now. Could they be the painting team, organising where to begin? The leader was the man that was pointing his fingers everywhere, upwards and directly ahead to our living quarters. I became suspicious. His sidekick had a hard board with paper clipped to it and was writing notes. Yes we were again under observation, they’re here, the poltergeists are amongst us again. Suddenly they moved on – the second phase begins.

In the meanwhle Mr. Swiss found it was about time that we got our permanent metal blinds back again. Will this never end?


In the meanwhile strange things are happening to my  basil. It was a super arrival in the local supermarket. Instead of the normal small economy pots, it was a mega pot with a promising Summer harvest of basil leaves to garnish my tomato salads with the accompanying mozarella cheese, one our our favourites. It was ideal, however, even this basil became possessed, infiltrated with strange yellow strings growing from the top. They resemble economy sized lianas from a rain forest. Admittedly it rains now and again here, but I have never seen this before. If they were roots, they would grow downwards, but these are growing horizonatally, even upwards. Strange things are happening in our village this year. I decided to remove these curious growths, but changed my mind. Did I hear a scream as I tried to remove one of these yellow strands, and did I see the others now stretching in a combined movement in my direction. I decided to leave this plant alone. It is now outside. Last week three of my favourite builders suddently disappeared and have never been seen since.

Yes, there are strange things happening in Feldbrunnen.

In the meanwhile life goes on as usual. A journey to the supermarket this morning to replenish food supplies. We have decided on fried potatoes with the national Swiss sausage, a cervelat. I notice that brussel sprouts are again appearing after their summer interval. No. 1 son is working all day, and does not eat green vegetables, so here is our chance to make the most of the opportunity.

I must now move on, the vacuum cleaner is calling. Enjoy the day and beware of strange men in the garden and strange growths on your plants – you never know.

Garden Ornament 16.09.2017

Good Morning

Misty Morning

It is a misty one this morning – cold and damp in the air. We are now approaching the Autumn days in our part of the country. The river Aar runs through it, just down the path, and is the cause of the whole show. I even found a frame on the new photo app in Flickr: nothing spectacular, but I found grey suited the scenery.

In the meanwhile I seem to have nothing better to do than watch the flies. At this time of year they are having their last fling, at least these two were.

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At first I thought it was a mega monster fly sitting on my window pane. I decided on a photo and when I got closer I noticed it was two flies. They were just maintaing the species I suppose, but for an hour? They certainly take things seriously, but I suppose when the result is a 100 babies, you have to think these things over carefully. Of course I could have ended the fun by one clean swat, as the swatter was on my desk. On the other hand I did not have the heart, but I will probably pay for this when the brood arrives next Spring.

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I took a walk into my front garden yesterday to see if there was anything new. I do not often go out on this side of the appartment, as there is scaffolding blocking my path from the window, but I ventured out the main door and took the turning to the garden. My canna was not flowering in abundance this year, but I noticed for some time that one of them in a large pot had produced a flower, wlthough it was already diminishing. I still have some asters that are ready to flower, as well as my rudbeckia laciniata which are the mega sized black eyed susans. They are all in bud and I am hoping the cold does not get them before they produce their flowers. Everything is slowly going to an end in the garden. Next week the hedges will be cut for the last time this year. Living in Switzerland you have to keep it nice and neat, the neighbours might complain.

And now to move on. Sunday is a day of rest, unless you are a housewife, but it is all part of the game and life would be boring if you just sat on the computer all day or read a book (on your kindle of course).

Enjoy the day, make the most of it, and if you see a nuclear missile passing over your head, don’t blame it on Donald Trump, because he doesn’t know how to stop them either, although he might try it with a Tweet.

Misty Morning

Good Morning

Morning Sky

Today we have a mixture outside. Will it rain or will we get some sun: one thing is certain, it will be colder than usual. This morning we had 5°C outside. I have began to rescue my outside plants from the cold and gradually shifting them to warmer winter quarters inside.

The sun now seems to be rising, when I look out the kitchen window through the scaffolding, so who knows.

Morning Sun

What will we do today? I have no idea. It will be a quiet morning, just a bit of hoovering and organising. Mr. Swiss tells me why bother every day with the same cleaning actions, because nothing is really dirty. He is right, but it is all in the mind. If I do nothing, I get restless, and when I do it I feel satisfied and happy – silly isn’t it. If I plan to go somewhere and do something completely different, it does not bother me, I like a change of routine. If I am at home I like to complete my usual cleaning actions – I even feel good about it afterwards. I never really go anywhere special. I used to take camera walks, but the days are getting shorter and it already begins to darken towards 7.00 in the evening. There is always a computer to break up the monotony, and otherwise I read my current book.

I am 200 pages into the 900 page megabook by Ken Follet, the third and last up to now of the cathederal books, “A Column of Fire”. Perhaps it is because I had already read the first two books of the series that it is interesting for me. I do not really bother with religion, but the historical facts incorporated in the book are interesting. I have already uploaded my next book. Amazon told me of a Stephen King sequel to The Shining, It is “Dr. Sleep” and features the now adult boy in the first book, with some added Shining thrills, so I will be busy for the next month.

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We were again on the road yesterday on the way to the supermarket, with me shooting photos on the way. Our Autumn fair in the town of Solothurn is now taking shape. The idea was born 39 years ago when we had the first Exhibion. Since it happens every year in Autumn, a showcase for the local business organisations. They begin to build the tents already in September. I used to visit regularly, but now tend to avoid such large congregations of people. There is also evening entertainment, mainly for the younger generation. My No. 1 son often disappears in the evening to visit the HESO as we call it (abbreviation for Herbstmesse Solothurn – Autumn Fair in english).


The firebugs are still demolishing the seed capsules of my hibiscus in the garden. They are everywhere at the moment, probably getting in their Winter supplies for the big freeze. They are always the first to appear in Spring and the last to go in Autumn. They do not seem to do any damage in the garden, and their favourite food seems to be seeds, so I let them get on with it. There are still a few spiders hanging around. The scaffolding seems to be ideal for building a web, but they will also soon be gone. As we left the garage yesterday I notice the leaves were thinking of falling, not very many, but there will be more.

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Enjoy the day and if it is raining, do not slip on the leaves, or if you are in southern hemisphere, beware of falling coconuts.

Good Morning


Mr. Swiss always checks on the temperature in the early morning and tells me that it sank to 5°C during the night, so I am thinking time to keep my outdoor potted plants inside. My avocados and Poinsettia will otherwise begin to freeze. It was a difficult summer for them as my garden had to be replanned because of the building work, but they survived. I noticed that my canna is evening still flowering, although the horse chestnut tree in the large pot at the front of the photo has already lost its leaves for Autumn. That one will stay outside in the Winter snows as it is a tree. I planted it from a horse chestnut I found by the wayside. After about 14 years of growth it produced its first flower this year.

It is now strange in the morning not to hear the merry voices of the builders greeting each other as they make their way up the scaffolding to begin their daily work with their tools. They would walk past our garden and wave to say good morning. Both Mr. Swiss and I will not really miss them. It can now only get better and soon it will all be a thing of the past, leaving me with the memories on my 900 photos of the work they did.

Today is Friday, which means week-end shopping. After consultaton with Mr. Swiss, who was actually more interested in watching a TV film than actually making concrete suggestions, we have now compiled a list of food to buy and cook. Last week-end we had a golden oldie moment of despair when I opened the fridge to take out the pork chops and could not find them. Yes, again our system had failed. I thought Mr. Swiss had bought them as he is the expert of choosing pork chops, and he thought I had taken care of the job. So there I was trying to work out what to cook as there was no time to buy a replacement. However, when you have a paket of spaghetti, tins of tuna fish and pelati tomatoes, there is always a solution. As No. 1 son’s favourite is spaghetti, no matter how you dress it up, again my improvisation talent proved to be positive. We are now double checking everything and if you see a golden oldie couple standing in a quiet corner of the supermarket comparing notes on their smartphones, it will be us checking the shopping list on our cloud.

Yesterday there was an interesting programme on the TV about Tattoos which even made me stop reading my interesting book. It was mainly about the Japanese art of tattoing, although it seems Japan has fewer people with tattoos. However, it is compensated by those that allow their bodies to be transformed into pictures. The body is covered with designs in all colours. It is an old tradition handed from father to son. I actually thought about a tattoo once, but decided not to. With my luck there would probably be a complication of blood poisoning, so I left it.

And now to move on to enjoy the excitement of a week-end food shopping excursion with all its delights. See you around some time and enjoy the day.

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