FOWC with Fandango: Fluke

Was it a fluke that a stork discovered the chimney to our concert hall. I have no idea but it was an expensive fluke. The stork built the nest with approximately a ton of material and the stork family grew larger during the summer. Luckily the storks disappear again at the end of summer when they migrate to warmer countries, but the nest stays. During the Winter the heating system is used again and the authorities have to remove the nest material. Who pays? Certainly not the stork and so our taxes find another use.
FOWC with Fandango: Fluke

FOWC with Fandango: Outlook

Spring is here, the land is awakening but unfortunately also the insencts. Not that I have something against insects, they have a job to do, but some insects tend to overdo it a little, especially if they are called slugs and love the wet weather. They are clever. they wait for the rain to stop and then they arrive, a completel tribe. They manage to devour a complete plant in a couple of hours, if it is according to their taste.

However, I am leaning what they like and what they avoid. In the golden oldie home where Mr. Swiss is, They have fields of lavender, the nice strong kind that spreads. They is not on the menu plan for a slug. Today I was talking to one of the gardeners and asked if he would miss a few twigs of the lavender. He told me to help myself so the stalks in the glass on the photo are my gatherings. I was reading about growing lavender, and apparently he like to produce roots when kept in water meaning that I will have a few plants after a few weeks to keep in my garden. Lavender is really an easy plant to grow. Put it in the sun and give it a little water about once a week, not too much, and it becomes a happy plant. I hope so, so here are my beginnings.

FOWC with Fandango: Outlook

RDP Wednesday; Foggy

Growing up in London fog was a way of life starting in Autumn through the Winter. You felt your way along the street by touching the walls, and was glad for a street lamp now and again, although even they had to fight their way through the thick layers. When you arrived at your destination, you took your handkerchief and gave a good blow to remove the black particles from the smog. It was a wonder that I survived through my school days but we knew nothing different.

And now I have been living in Switzerland for the past almost 60 years but here we have a clean mist. Of course it is still dense, but there is something fresh about it. There is no smog, just thick intransparent mist, but your lungs survive. It usually arrives during Autumn and arrises from the local rivers. By Winter it disappears, but we then have the clear freezing air. We would probably miss it all, if we were living at the equator in the hotter parts of the world without Autumn or Winter.

RDP Wednesday: Foggy