RDP Saturday: Shadows


Shadows are everywhere, especially if the sun is shining. As I was driving long the path on the river bank I noticed I was constantly being followed by a monstrous apparition, I was convinced it was the bionic human with mechanical attachments instead of limbs and it was gigantic. “They are here” I thought, where is Stephen Spielberg? Perhaps they were shooting a new film.

It was then that I moved my arm and realised the apparition moved with me. The case was obvious, it was me sitting in my wheelchair taking a wheelie along the river bank and the Autumn sun was shining. The shadows of wires and strange protruberances were my wheelchair and I was sitting above it all.


And here are a few “normal” shadows as I was entering our town of Solothurn.

RDP Saturday: Shadows

RDP Saturday: Amidst

Mistletoe 19.11 (1)

Mistletoe amidst the trees
Growing where it should not
A parasite feeding from the others
Making their life a little hot
The trees are being patient
They might lose their leaves
But mistletoe has no chance
due to arrival of Christmas thieves
What once hung in the branches
Will now be missing
It now hangs over the door
To encourage Christmas kissing

RDP Saturday: Amidst

RDP Saturday: Languour


After some of our local pigs have been running to save their bacon at the local trade fair,  they can at last take a rest. Here you see the Bio Runner, No. 16. He was an exhausted little piggy when he finished the race, along with his many colleagues.


And today with his colleagues in swinehood he could relax. The last race had been run, he had now reached the goal and his running days are over until next year. Even bets were accepted for the race. Unfortunately I cannot say exactly which one of these pigs is the Bio Runner as all have already said goodbye to their numbered jackets and are doing what swines do when not racing. They are languishing in the mud and straw of their homes. Some now have a medal proclaiming “winner” nailed to the entrance of their pens and are dreaming of their success.

RDP Saturday: Languour

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

RDP Saturday: Simplicity


Simplicity was the name of dress patterns you could buy, although I must say I never found them as simple as they said. And then I saw something in my garden which showed me how simple and beautiful nature can be. I have been observing the bees for some time when they swarm around my sedum plant. They need no instructions, something we call instinct, for lack of knowing why. Today it was a bees outing and they were all there doing whatever they do. I even saw this bumble bee hovering around, his pullover covered in pollen dust.


The bumble bee seemed to go for my pink variety of sedum, probably exactly his taste, whereas the other bees were happy to swarm around the more darker shades. Was it the colour, or the scent that attracts them. Perhaps the experts know the answer, but what could be more simple than a pleasant September day with the sun in the garden just observing the bees. I was their court photographer


RDP Saturday: Simplicity

RDP Saturday: Marker

Someting I wrote ten years OK, marking the history of our town of Solothurn, then actually known as Solodorum. Sorry it is a bit long, hope you will not be bored.

Seen in Solothurn

Marius, my feet are aching, these leather sandals are not the best for long walks.”

“Stop complaining Julius, we have only been walking since the sunrise. Our centurion said it is just over the hills and then we are there.”

“Yes but Marius did he say how many hills. I seem to have been walking up and down hills all morning. I mean it is nice to take a journey at the state’s cost, but I wish they had said how far. Up to now I have frozen going over ice clad mountains and was so glad at last to reach the valley. Now I hear we have even more leagues to march until we reach the target of our walk. I just hope those Helvetians are a bit friendlier that the lot in Germania, they didn’t like us at all, not to mention what I have heard about some of those tribes in Gaul.”

“Attention Julius, the centurion is coming.”

“Men, do I hear a little bit of complaining?”

“No, sir not at all, we are all looking forward to our conquest over the Helvetia. We heard they are a quiet obliging folk. It seems just a few more mountain ranges and we are there.”

“That’s the spirit Marius, you are one of my best. Julius you do not look very happy. Not a very good influence on the Roman moral; any problem?”

No sir, not really.”

“Please tell me your problem, I only want happy Romans in my troop.”

“I was wondering if I could borrow one of the horses for a while, these leather sandals are not very comfortable. Someone said that the town of Solus was just over the hill, but we seemed to have crossed many hills today.”

“Julius, I have one hundred Roman soldiers in my group, but only twenty horses, that would not be fair on the other men. There are only seven ranges of hills to cross and we are at our end station. Our job is to enter the town of Solus and to take it over. The Helvetians did have big ideas of running from us but with some friendly persuasion we Romans pushed them back into their own country. After all you cannot have Helvetians doing what they want. Before you know it they would be taking over the Roman banking system and who knows what else. Take an example from Marius, he is proud to be a Roman soldier and does not complain.”

So the brave troop of Romans crossed the Jura mountain chain and entered the town of Solus. They were not really welcomed from the Helvetians, but Roman soldiers were not looking for a warm welcome, just a place to rest their tired bodies after the long march and Julius just wanted to soak his feet . A few years later we find Marius and Julius in a work troop building some Roman streets in the town of Solus.

“Marius, if I had wanted to be a road builder, I could have stayed in my little village in the hills surrounding Rome and built a few roads in Rome. Can you tell me why we have to travel hundreds of kilometres through countries I had never heard of to do the same work here. Even my wife is complaining about the working hours.”

“Julius, be satisfied. You have a reliable job, a nice wife and children and the pay is not bad. You know how reliable those Helvetian women are, the ideal wife and mother. I am sure the roads we are building will one day be famous throughout our part of the world.”

“That might be the case Marius, but I don’t really want to be famous. At least I don’t have to wear those uncomfortable Roman sandals any more. The Helvetian product is much better than the Roman one, I am sure that this country will become famous for their good footwear one day.”

“And I am sure that we Romans will become famous for our roads one day.”

Frau Heidi Schweizer climbed the slope to her little house at the end of the alley with its neat red door. It was a well kept street and was even paved with stones resembling the original Roman stones, although they had been replaced throughout the years. The town was proud of its Roman history and looked after the original architecture, the Roman arena still standing outside the town walls being an attraction for tourists. Heidi Schweizer’s family had lived many years in the town, and indeed her son, Marius Schweizer, was now town president. The name Marius was a common name in her family being handed down from father to son over many years, how many years she did not know, but in the records kept in the town hall there were documents mentioning the family in the middle ages.

This year was a special year in Soldorf. A pageant was being organised, showing the beginnings of the town through the ages. Heidi Schweizer was proud that her son would be playing the part of Julius Cesar, although there was no record of him ever putting foot in the little market town, and her grandson, Marius Junior would be one of the Roman soldiers.

On the day of the pageant the whole town was assembled for the show which took place in the Roman arena of course. The pageant began with a fanfare of trumpets played by the town orchestra and the Roman soldiers marched into the arena being lead by Marius Schweizer, Heidi’s son and president of the town. The weather was perfect, not too warm and a sunny day.

“Julius, just look at that. I always said we would be famous one day.”

and Julius looked down from the cloud he was sitting on.

“Well I never, tell Jupiter to come and have a look.”

So Marius ran to Jupiter, the chief of the Roman Gods, and there were Marius, Julius and Jupiter watching the pageant from their own little corner of the Roman heaven.

“Brings water to my eyes, Marius and to think all I was doing was making a fuss about my feet and our Roman sandals. Just look at the town, it might have another name, but all our architectural wonder works are still standing, they are even celebrating in the arena.”

“I told you Julius, and all you could do was complain. That might even be one of my descendants leading the group with the Roman costumes” said Marius.

That night Heidi Schweizer went home to her little house with the red door in the old part of the town. She had trouble sleeping that night, she kept hearing the sound of feet marching past her door, as if an army was on it way.

RDP Saturday: Marker

RDP Saturday: Enthusiasm


These reeds settled in my garden two years ago, probably stray seeds from a neighbour. I decided to keep them and now they are the first signs of goodbye Summer, hello Autumn developing throughout the year. My actual enthusiasm is restricted to rising from the bed every morning with no added complications. I take it one at a time. I accept what happens and try to make the best out of it.

Summer is now saying a slow goodbye.


My last roses arrived as a pleasant suprise a couple of weeks ago and already they have wilted and are ready to leave the bush.


But there is always something to compensate and this morning I discovered these buds on another rose bush, on the last day of August, so it seems I will have a little added enthusiasm to see them open.

This is the positive side of enthusiasm. However, our local stores are also enthusiastic and although it is not really full Autumn yet, they are already preparing to increase the turnover.

Pumpkin Hotal H4 03.11.2018

Seeing something like this in the supermarket  yesterday made me think. Do we really already have to celebrate halloween end August, beginning September. Can we not wait until the time is ready when Autumn winds arrive and the leaves begin to fall. Switzerland is not even a country where halloween is a big celebration, although some time in October the kids have a procession with their carved pumpkins containing candles to light their way.


It goes further in the food department and you can already buy chestnuts prepared in a caramel sauce: an Autumn food delight.


And let us not forget the cranberries to garnish it all with a touch of fruit.

I am convinced that at the end of September we will already have the Christmas tent outside the supermarket filled with decorations and plastic Christmas trees.  Being enthusiastic is one thing, but you can overdo it.

Christmas Ornaments

RDP Saturday: Enthusiasm