There is only one artist in our family and that is Mr. Swiss. He is one of those people that can draw and paint. This is a painting he made as a young man of a building in his village. The only paintings I ever did were from the colouring books I would get as a kid. You did not have to use your imagination, but just fill in the outlines with a coloured pencil. The only things that were painted in my family were perhaps a door or when decorating a room to add a splash of colour.
Mr. Swiss grew up in a family where art was appreciated.
He mainly painted with water colours and with a few strokes of a brush he produced something that for me was a miracle. He would also dabble in oils now and again, but the can be a problem. The oil paints have a strong smell and can be quite messy. He had some lessons from a painter when he was a teenager, but the talent is there.
It was from him that I got a little appreciation of art. Now and again we would visit an exhibition. It was something I was missing in my childlhood. Today he no longer paints or draws unfortunately.
It was not Solothurn but was called Solodurum when the Romans discovered the little settlement on the banks of the River Aare. They built a large villa and suddenly children were born with a remarkable similarity to the southern parts of Europe. Every time a building is destroyed a few Roman relics might be found amongst the remains. Today the only Romans we see are either tourists, or our own citizens deciding to relive the olden days.
I have 42 photos of cabbage: some red, some green and some a bit of everything, but this is my favourite. It is so perfect with its shape and colour, what could be better. Eat it? A good idea, but it is almost a shame to devour such a wonderful specimen. My mum always said I should eat my greens (her word for cabbage) as it would make my hair curl. It never actually made my hair curl, and mum would go to the hairdresser for curly hair.
Oh wonderful cabbage, what a beauty you are Your veins stand out just like a green star My digestive system you tend to harass Unfortunately producing too much gas But without you the bacon would not be so tasty Savouring the flavour and not being hasty
We all have our methods of moving forward. Slugs are slow movers, but they get to where they are going eventually. They climb walls, dig down and that with only one big foot, but thousands of teeth, probably eating their way as they go. At the moment they are hiding in damp places somewhere underground but as soon as Winter is gone and the rainy season begins they appear everywhere. If they did not devour everything juicy and green in the garden they would not bother me.
One thing I noticed, they move forward always, but have you ever see a slug moving backwards? They do not seem to have a reverse gear.
Now that was a coincidence. I was sitting at my computer and glanced outside. It was around 5.00 in the afternoon and the clouds began to get together and lighten up the sky. What could be better, so here it is, with greetings from a Swiss sunset.
I seem to be on health trip at the moment. Perhaps it is because I no longer go to a store to buy food but choose from my computer screen and now I have a selection of tangerines, oranges and lemons, so my vitamin C ration is cared for.
I have developed a love of dealing with fresh food knowing what it is exactly, and not prefabricated ready made food where the origins are a little doubtful. I remember my last visit to England where you could buy easy to spread butter. It really was, no carving and having bread ripped apart by the knife a perfect cover for the bread, but why was the butter easy to spread. Was it a chemical process, or just a simple solution? I do not know, but I would never buy it – far too suspicious.
And so I have my oranges and lemons for a healthy in between snack.
In October we had the Christmas season although it was not yet December We were hanging up decorations already in November Christmas Carols were being sung, on the radio they were everywhere And now Christmas has been and gone but did we really care? Now we are ready for the next wave So what about a New Year rave Only a few days, the stores clearing the shelves Already making room for our carnival elves Carnival is end of February, it cannot come soon enough After Christmas Pudding we eat pancakes dressed up in carnival stuff And all through these seasons there is a very red thread It is called a pandemic, unfortunately rhyming with dead So let us make a week of days with Christmas, New Year and Easters Fitting in a pancake day, for constant enjoyment of feasters Life is short, make the most of it all Business, profits must continue, enjoy and have a ball
An old picture Taken 15 years ago We are still together Mr. Swiss is still my beau Many years have passed 52 years have gone We still look the same And we still carry on Our walking is much slower Hair is grey or waning But life continues No need for complaining I care for him He cares for me We are both now golden oldies That’s our guarantee
Everyone wearing a mask So I though I would get one as well But people began to ignore me They were sure I was the monster from hell I could not see the problem It was all to scare off the virus I did not want to be star of the show And was not trying to be desirous The problem began with Vlad My newest boyfriend of desire His teeth were the same as my mask I should have known he was a vampire And now we are together We spend our days in bed Our journeys are made at night Meeting friends that are undead
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