RDP Saturday: Roots

I remember this tree when it was standing tall in the field. Five years ago in an hour it was no more. It was ill and so it was decided to cut it down. However, it is still laying there, open to the elements and perhaps that was a good solution. The insects and birds still pay their visits and often there are a few cows waslking through.

RDP Saturday: Roots

RDP Saturday: Boundary

To ensure you know where you are, the Swiss did put their national flag on the Railway station in Basel. It is North in Switzerland and actually there are three stations. The Swiss station for travelling over Switzerland, and next to it in the Franch Station (Bâle) where you cross the border from Switzerland to enter France. And just to make it more complicated the Gernan Station is also there. Switzerland is a country of boundaries.

In the South you find the Italian area. The main border station is Chiasso and that takes you to Italy. In the West you can cross the border to Austria. I did that once by car as I was in Liechtenstein and visited Feldkirch which was the next town in Austria. I also had to cross a border to get to Liechtenstein, although that border only exists on the map and is no problem to cross.

Yes Switzerland is a country with many boundaries It is not just a matter of finding your way to a town, but often to a country. It seems when Europe was made, they had a piece of land left in the middle. They also had a bit of a language mixture so they called it Switzerland with its four languages (French, German, Italian, Romansch) and a few hundred dialects according to where you live.

RDP Saturday: Boundary

RDP Saturday: Fear

I am a golden oldie, born just after the second world war, that my parents had to endure. Dad was abroad fighting, and mum was sheltering in the garden in the huts built for safety as the planes were flying over with their bombs.

Today we are living in fear of unseen enemies. Who would have thought that for some unknown reason a new virus would arrive threatening the human race, but it did. A few years ago we began to take our mask with us when entering the outside world. Shopping was no longer a chore, but an ordeal. You no longer recognised your friends and neighbours when they were in the store as we were all wearing our masks. There was an unknown fear of getting infected and we were all going for our vaccinations. In the meanwhile one vaccination has become many and we seem to be collecting them, the booster days are here, although I no longer bother. I cannot keep up with all the new variations of this virus with their various names. Today I read in the newspaper that yet a new development has arrived.

We are now living with a daily fear.

RDP Saturday: Fear

RDP Saturday: Birds

This is a photo from the last season of a pair of jays that visited my garden regularly.

Birds are here throughout the year. In Spring they are busy rearing the babies and the rest of the year they find enough food, but then comes the Autumn and the food supplies have to be helped a little. During the Summer I leave the birds to themselves, but now is the time when the stores are supplying the large bags os food so being a bird friend I have two large bags of seeds to get them through the colder seasons. Yesterday I got my bird feeder reader and filled it with seeds. I was expecting a cloud of hungry birds to swoop down on my bird table and help themselves.

This was yesterday and up to now the bird feeder has been ignored and not one single bird has shown interest in the new supply of seeds. However not quite. This morning one single blue tit sat on the platform, had a sniff around and afterwards left. I have not seen it since and so my supply of bird food remains untouched. Perhaps it is still too warm for feeding the birds.

I will have to be patient until the birds return for their Winter feeding sessions.

RDP Saturday: Birds

RDP Saturday: Citrus

Yes I have citrus fruits at home, although at the moment just oranges. The tangerines usually arrive towards Christmas for a festive touch to the season and now and again I have lemons when the mood takes me to bake a cake. I always remember the childrens ryme incljuding all the bells of the London churches when I was a kid.

Of course, as a Londoner I knew of all the bells in the rhyme.

RDP Saturday: Citrus