RDP Saturday: Autumn


I took this photo about and hour and a half ago as I was wheeling home in my chair along the river, so the question of the day is “Can anyone see Autumn”. I think I seee a few brown grass blades on the plant next to the river, but everything seems to be nicely green, not even a floating brown leaf to be seen.


But wait a minute, what do I see? Yes, there are berries, red berries, looking quite fresh, now that must be a sign of Autumn, although the leaves are still there firmly hanging on to the tree.


That looks better, much more seasonal, although I suspect that perhaps someone was engaged to spread the brown leaves from a bag to make it look genuine and convince everyone that our seasons are where they should be, just to keep us all happy.

In the meanwhile yesterday, a group of young people smuggled a banner into the public gallery of our Swiss parliament. They were quite sly and cut it into pieces and distributed it in their various rucksacks. When they arrived they pieced it together and hung it from the balcony saying “It’s the final countdown” pertaining to our climate problems of course. I say bravo and perhaps a bravo for the members of the Swiss parliament that applauded their idea and also the fact that they had no further consequences from the action. They were told it was against the law and they should leave, which they did with any further commotion.

Perhaps our Autumn has just not yet arrived, too early, but I will continue my search to see who has stolen it. In the meanwhile…..


it is making a try.

RDP Saturday: Autumn

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Autumn

Road to Solothurn 17.10 (22)

Yes it is Autumn, The leaves are losing their colour and their energy and are dying. The maize in the field was no more, so the farmer decided to decapitate it. Another dead plant – but it is not only Autumn, it is halloween. It might all come alive again on 31st October for a last dance.

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Autumn

An Autumn Walk

Feldbrunnen scenery

As I was finishing my daily prompt today, I looked out the window and saw that the sun was shining, a very pleasant afternoon.

“Did you want to go for a walk” I asked Mr. Swiss.”

“No problem, in about five minutes.”

I needed the five minutes to finish writing something and to put my best walking gear on and then we were ready and Mr. Swiss needed the five minutes to deposit a full plastic garbage bag in our communal trash bin. Yes, even the trash is organised in Switzerland..

We crossed the road and the first thing I saw was the landscape with the clouds hanging over the Jura mountains and the cows in the field.

“I just have to stop and take a photo.”

There was no answer, Mr. Swiss had marched on regardless. He was used to losing me when I made a photo stop. Actually I found him again talking to one of the horses outside the stable which we passed on our walk.


The horse was not really up to a conversation, and was more listening to what Mr. Swiss had to say. When I arrived with the camera, the horse turned away from Mr. Swiss and gave me a smile for the camera.The chickens in the next field were doing what chickens do, so I also gave them a wave and took their photo. Harald, the rooster, was standing on the left keeping an eye on his women folk. He told me he lost 4 wives to the fox last week. Luckily Harald was spared this time, especially as his tail feathers now seem to be recovering from the last attack.


We decided to leave the cemetery on the left and progress to the top of the hill as I saw something interesting for the camera. It will soon be halloween and there will be enough going on at the cemetery at the week-end.

And then I saw them, arranged in a nice pile.

Sugar beets

These are sugar beets, or whatever you call them in your country. There are piles of them dotted around the fields at the moment where they have been harvested and are waiting for transport to the Swiss Sugar Factory in Aarberg, the largest sugar refinery in Switzerland supplying all our sugar needs. I saw them growing in the fields throughout the Summer and now they are ready for processing.

The long summer days are now gone and it was getting darker, so we took the path for home. I had a few ends to tie at the computer and had another camera full of photos to upload.

When you see mushrooms, you know it is Autumn


Today Mr. Swiss and I ventured out in the Autumn weather. The sun was shining, there were still some brave cows in the fields, although mainly in groups to shield off the cold wind blowing, but they survived. We noticed the horses had their winter covers on. They were not as brave as the cows.

On the long walk back I was scouring the ground for interesting things to photograph and saw a clump of mushrooms. They sort of belong to the local Autumn vegetation. I quite like a mushroom sauce, generally in white wine and cream, but the sort of mushroom I discovered were probably not the edible sort. We have people that make it an Autumn hobby to go searching for mushrooms.

We have an official office that examines your discoveries. I remember when my stepson brought some mushrooms home many years ago from a field belonging to a nearby farm. We were not sure if they were edible or not, so I went into town to find out. The official mushroom man happened to be a local policeman, so I had to go to the police station. He examined the find and discovered they were button mushrooms of a very good edible sort. The next question was where we found them. He said I would have to ask the farmer permission to keep them, but knowing the farmer there was no problem.

The mushroom collectors have a sort of secret mushroom sense to know where to find them and often if you go into the woods you can smell them. On the way home I discovered another sort, but also not edible. Eventually we arrived home tired, but happy and no I did not cook mushrooms for tea, we already had some in a sauce for lunch.