RDP Tuesday: Garden

Wolfe's Bane 13.10 (1)

Morticia and her husband Dracky had at last found the perfect house, It was in a ravine where the suns rays only reached them for five minutes at midday. Otherwise it was permanently in shade. It did not bother them so much as they were usually sleeping during the day.

The company that sold them the house was glad. It had become a white elephant, although it was built from dark granite stone and the window frames, as well as the door, were painted in black. They could not remember who actually built the house, it was at least 300 years old, but there were rumours of a religious sect.

Dracky and Morticia had found the perfect place. It was quiet, on its own and at last Morticia had a garden. She planted her favourite flowers, wolfe’s bane. Even her pet wolf loved them and would lay for hours in between the flowers, breathing the heavy scent. At last a place where they felt at home. It reminded them of their castle in Transylvannia. Unfortunately they had to leave as there were too many tourists since a guy wrote a book about his experiences there and then they began to make the films. There was no peace during the day for a good sleep. The film crews were noisy and had to be fed. The crews left in the evening, somehow they did not feel so secure.

Eventually an American millionaire bought the castle and now does mystery tours, during the night of course.

Now they were happy to have their own cosy house in the shadows and a garden. After the neighbours pets began to disappear after visiting their garden, they had no contact with the local people – just perfect. And the local blood bank was happy to deliver to the new people in the neighbourhood. Dracky and Morticia were the best customers for the blood with the “use by dates” that had expired. Every morning they retired to the cellar to their coffins and slept the sleep of the dead.

In the meanwhile Morticia was happy with her new plants, stinging nettles. They made such a wonderful tea.

Stinging Nettle 05.06.2017

RDP Tuesday: Garden

Good Morning

Morning clouds

An advantage of being later in the morning is that the sky develops a little more pattern with the clouds. It is now approaching midday and my cleaning lady is busy with my bathroom and shower, so I am also a little later wishing  a good morning. It looks like it will be another early Spring day today and now I am determined to go somewhere this afternoon with my new camera and lens. I will even set the alarm to make sure I do not sleep too long.

Crow 18.02.2019

And at last I manage to capture a crow yesterday in the garden showing his feathers reflecting in the sun. My old camera never managed such a detailed photo as black is a difficult colour to capture in detail, but thanks to my new 300 telescopic zoom lens it worked, although I still have a lot to learn.

Sparrow 18.02 (1)

Even the sparrow posed for a photo before taking a drink.

What else did I do yesterday? Apart from the usual blogs I completed the guarantees for my new camera equipment on the Nikon online page. I again slept too long, so there was not a lot of spare time in the afternoon.

Cutting trees

I noticed a lot of noise this morning outside and was sure there would be a photo or two to take. It seems that two men were busy vacuuming the leaves away from the Winter. We Swiss like everything to be neat and tidy. The was also a machine to remove the unwanted branches from the trees.

There is no shopping to do today thank goodness. I have no reprogrammed and my next trip will be on Wednesday afternoon followed by Friday week-end shopping also in the afternoon. This means I will have more time in the morning to clean and cook and relax. I can then fit my wheelies into the days when I do not go shopping. I had to find a new system as Mr. Swiss can no longer help with the shopping and no longer drives a car. It also means that he will also have more time in the afternoon to go with me. Poor man has no good opportunities now to get out and is cooped up at home. When the summer months arrive he can sit more in the garden.

I have now slowly become an official carer, but it is not a big problem as long as I can manage. I noticed that the more action I have the better it is for my MS. I do not get rusty. I remember my parents and grandparents getting older, and of course life was different for them. I now realise how much different.  being also now a golden oldie. We looked forward to being retired and pleasing ourselves what to do with our days, but there is also a shadow side and health plays a big part.

However, we are still here, and making the most of it. Life is full of surprises. So enjoy your day.

Snowy morning

I just found this photo in my archives from a last year on 28th February,  so I hope it will not be the shape of things to come this year. I have had enough of the snowy Winter weather.

FOWC with Fandango: Lethargic

Swans 13.07 (1)

It seems that even swans like to have their quiet moments. I saw them in a group from the river bank, just floating in the water and apparently sleeping and doing it synchronised.

Lethargy is not something I know. Action is what keeps me going and I need it. If I feel tired I can have a lay down. My lethargy is so-called fatigue from MS, but even that can be avoided with a few minutes rest in between. I do not have a time table being a golden oldie, so somewhere there is always an opportunity to take it easy. I need my daily exercise, physically and mentally. I cannot remember the last time when I was lethargic. My motto seems to be “what can I do now” and so I am now off to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. My daily blogs are almost finished except for one and this evening I have some online payments to deal with. Time waits for no-one. I also have some ironing to do. I suppose I could watch the TV, but prefer to read. It is always action time at my place.

FOWC with Fandango: Lethargic

RDP Monday: Key

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In the olden days they made sure that you did not lose your key. You could not even wear them on a string around your neck. I think they somehow hung them on their belt. As time progressed they got smaller.

I remember when my autistic son was about four years old. It was after breakfast and I was still in my dressing gown, not yet showered and alone with him in the apartment. I had to go to the laundry room in the cellar to put linen in the washing machine and left him in the apartment. He was playing and it was a matter of a couple of minutes. I returned to the apartment and the door was locked – from the inside. I had left the key in the lock and autistic son decided to turn it.

“Open the door son, I cannot get in.”

Nothing happened. I asked again. Afterwards I knocked at the door and heard a laugh from the inside, but No. 1 son still did nt open the door. In the meanwhile my neighbour herd the commotion and joined me in front of a locked door,  but still no response or action from No. 1 son.  Autists can be quite determined and often see the amusing side of the problem, which did not help very much. There I was dressed in my night attire, luckily covered with my dressing gown standing in front of the main door. At least I had a neighbour to talk to and this was at the beginning of the seventies when mobile phones were still an idea and a feature of films, but not reality. Eventually there was only one solution as No. 1 son had found this to be a great game. The neighbour let me use her phone to call a locksmith. Half an hour later he arrived and found the whole situation quite amusing. I was younger still had a shape and this was embarrassing to say the least being in my nightdress and gown.

I cannot remember the exact details, but he opened my apartment door, although I believe I had to have the lock replaced afterwards. I think it was a forced entry. I was worried about my autistic son and envisaged he had now progressed from the amusing to panic. What a mistake. We opened the door and he was standing in the hall with a smile on his face. Sorry, but child psychology was not my thing after more than an hour standing in the hallway of our flats with a few neighbours who arrived now and again to see what the noise was, and the locksmith who also found this situation something completely different. I think it brightened up his boring morning.

And son No 1? After we were reunited I did not hug him and comfort him, no. I got rather loud and perhaps my hand slipped,  nobody is perfect. No. 1 son no longer found the situation fun. I believe he even shed a few tears. This was more than 50 years ago, but there are some situations you never forget.

RDP Monday: Key