Five Photos, Five Stories, The Challenge

My friend Marilyn invited me to partake in a new challenge which she received from a friend. The new challenge is a good idea, but I am slowly giving up on new challenges. The idea is

1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive day
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. This is fun, not a command performance!

Here is a photo

On the banks of the River Aar

Is there a story? What qualifies as a story. Spring has arrived, there is no longer cold freezing temperatures and the sun is shining. It is time to go.

We live in the country, but thankfully only a half hour walk from the nearest market town. Behind us there are mountains, the first row of the seven rows of the Jura mountain chain. We are surrounded by forests, our neighbours are horses and as time progresses, there will be cows in the field. Only yesterday I saw a farmer showing his herd that outside there is the green, green grass of home waiting to be munched. The cows all followed his words, nodded and then he lead them back to the stalls. This was only a preliminary visit. The real thing will arrive probably during the next couple of weeks. There was quite a mooing going on afterwards, you could hear it all over the village.

“What do you think Daisy, is it dangerous outside?”

“No of course not. This must be your first summer. Just follow your nose. No more hay, the real thing.”

“What about emptying the udder?”

“You ask silly questions Daisy. It will be back to the milking shed but afterwards you can stay outside all day and night when the weather gets better. Even no problem with the re-cycling process?”

“You mean ….”

“Yes, just drop it when you feel like it, the flies will thank you for it. No place better as a home for the flies.”

I decided to move on to the River. Yes, we have everything, the River Aar meanders from somewhere in the middle of Switzerland, through the town of Bern and eventually reaches Solothurn, my area. At the end of its journey it disappears into a couple of Swiss Lakes – Biel and Neufchatel. Walking along the river is one of the pastimes of the local population, which is where I took the photo. It is amazing the tricks that light play on the surface of the water and the shadows of the neighbouring trees on the banks of the River were caught in a perfect silhouette. The River Aar is fairly clean, we have fish and yes, you can take a swim if you are a good enough swimmer. The banks are quite shallow, but in the middle it is deep enough. I am not one of the swimmers, but I know a few who are. It’s free, and I suppose healthy.

There are boats on the river, and if you are lucky you have a mooring place for your boat, although these are few and far between. There is a long waiting list for a mooring place. Otherwise you have to drag it down to the river from its parking place.

How do I get there? Just five minutes walk down a sloping path and I arrive at the river. Sometimes I even have family duck taking a walk across my garden, the mother duck proudly showing her babies how the humans live.

Five Photos, Five Stories, The Challenge

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, done – by popular demand it seems

Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

The blackbird and the owl

I am not counting the quarter of an hour I just needed to upload a few photos, because by popular demand some people want us to write about anything and it is not my thing to write about anything. I lead a boring life, nothing really happens, no spotlights from the sky surrounding my aura and harps playing in the background. I hate these do-it-yourself prompts.

The last popular demand theme was saved by two crows that were perching on a roof and watching me with their beady eyes. This time I am sitting on the porch, no crows and a sleeping feline in the garden. This photo was taken in the morning of a female blackbird that does a regular worm search. Yesterday she had one in her beak proudly displaying it in my garden. I naturally dived for my super camera, nearly fell down on the way, and probably made so much noise that she had gone when I was ready. Note the owl looking on. One of my newest additions to the garden scenery from the local supermarket. I am looking forward to Halloween and hoping I can buy a few skeletons and ghosts to spread around the garden.  I was wondering if they would have some coffins. I could fill them with earth and plant something in them like deadly nightshade or stinging nettles. That would create a perfect atmosphere and I am sure my garden would be the envy of the neighbourhood.

After awakening from my golden oldie midday sleep my first action was to grab my iPad, which was lying next to my bed, and see what the wizards of WordPress had for us today. I wondered whether to sleep for a further hour when I saw the subject matter or go into action in the hope that anything might happen worth a Pulitzer Prize. It did. I cleaned the shower and discovered that the water was not running away as freely as it should. There seemed to be a blockage. After a few muttered profanities Mr. Swiss came to assistance and unblocked. In the meanwhile I continued tidying the garden cupboard which he had started and afterwards returned to the shower to finish my original chores. Last year we organised the garden cupboard, but it seems that various objects had found their way into the cupboard which did not belong there, such as five large empty cardboard boxes. Luckily last year’s spiders as moved on to the spider happy hunting grounds, and their remains were just hanging around in last year’s web.

It was then that Mr. Swiss discovered we had almost no bread. As I am not empowered to distribute two slices to feed a whole family, like some other guy once did, Mr. Swiss has now disappeared on a quest in to a local supermarket. Actually I don’t mind, because this time he is going to the special supermarket, the one that has gourmet stuff, although I do not know how a gourmet bread looks.

Still two minutes to go. How I hate these daily prompts. I mean if I wanted to write what I wanted to write, what I feel like writing, I would not do the daily prompt. It is a free blogging country and we can write what we want to in any case. I think the people at WordPress have their annual excursion to Silicon valley. They have all packed their laptops in the rucksack and are writing about anything accompanied by a glass of an energy drink of some kind.

Time is up, Mr. Swiss has returned from the gourmet supermarket so I must see what goodies he has brought us, apart from the gourmet bread.

See you all on the flip side.

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, Done – by popular demand it seems