A photo of our wild flower meadow next to our garden, that I took just half an hour ago. What could be more spring that that.
A photo of our wild flower meadow next to our garden, that I took just half an hour ago. What could be more spring that that.
These chestnut leaves have a special meaning for me. I found a chestnut on the ground beneath a tree and planted it in the garden and it began to grow in Spring. I realised that my little garden would be too small to have a chestnut tree dominating everything, and so I removed the growing tree to a large pot. This was about 15 years ago. I waited patiently for the first flower, but it was a long wait.
Last year, amidst all the debris from the building that was happening around my appartment, it decided to flower. Just one flower, but it was Spring and I hope this is the first of many Spring flowers on my horse chestnut.
I have just been overwhelmed. After a golden oldie midday sleep I arose, pulled myself together and let the cat out, who was waiting to enjoy the warmer weather. I decided to accompany her into the garden, and then I saw my overwhelming experience. The first snowdrops are showing their heads. The garden has been covered by a snow layer for the past weeks and there was nothing to be seen except for footprints in the snow and a few birds that decided to see if there was anything for lunch. Now the first snowdrops have arrived, so it looks like Spring is on its way, although it still has a long way to go.
It was then I saw next surprise, clinging to the wall. When you find things clinging to walls, take a photo, you never know what it might be.
I proudly showed my discovery to Mr. Swiss. His reaction “don’t touch it, do not go near to it, avoid it”. I was under the impression that my garden was under attack. Just a sweet little brown bug discovering the world and had probably only just slipped out of his next, or egg, or whatever. He was to be avoided, ignored, left to lead a lonely life. I only actually wanted to take a photo, which was not so easy as this bug was clinging onto a vertical wall and I only had my mobile phone camera. Anyhow here he is, so what was the big fuss. Mr. Swiss informed me that it was a perfect example of the race known as “stink bugs” and they do stink, the stink is overwhelming it seems and if I make contact with it, I will also stink. I was so glad I had at last found something more to write about. I do not get overwhelmed so quickly these days, and now I had two things to write about for today’s prompt, snowdrops and a stink bug.
The day is not over. Perhaps I will get a phone call from the Pulitzer prize people to inform that one of my spectacular photos have been nominated for a prize. There is also a chance that one of my great blogs will be chosen as blog of the year – if pop stars can get Nobel prizes, then why not bloggers? There are all sorts of opporunities to be overwhelmed.
So to alleviate my disappointment I decided to take a look at my back garden.
Even my anemones had survived the Winter and had begun to show their leaves. What could be better.
My rosemary of course: despite the fact that it was snowed on, it survived. Switzerland is not a bad country for rosemary, but it is a sensitive plant and if it survived the Winter then you have good prospects of it growing well during the year.
And the overwhelmations are now finished. Spring has not yet sprung but it seems to be thinking about it and tomorrow? Is my 48th wedding anniversary – will be back.
Yes they made it despite the fact that they were already sprouting leaves in December. I planted the anemones in October last year in a new flower bed I had constructed, thinking what a good show that would be. When the leaves were growing wildly in January I was sure that the flowers would be killed by frost before they had a chance, but no: spring is arriving and so have my anemones.
There is also a mauve anemone, or is it violet, in any case it is a different colour. I have the promise of some red ones as well but they are still buds.
And, of course, the crocus which I also freshly planted last Autumn, they all made it. I am now awaiting the arrival of the grape hyacinth flowers, but they have decided to make the grand finale and are keeping us all under suspense.
It certainly brightens things up when the flowers arrive, although my birds are now a little disappointed as Mr. Swiss removed the bird feeder at the week-end. He found it was time that they searched for their own food. This afternoon he was bird watching, turned to me and said
“Am I imagining it, or are our sparrows overweight. They seem to have such large bodies, quite round.”
I think it was when one flew over and his wings cast a shadow over our complete garden and our cat ran for safety, that he got a bit nervous.
Mowey, our automatic lawn mower, was 10 minutes late today on his schedule, but Mr. Swiss was sure there must have been a power cut somewhere. Mowey completed the job, but only in 20 minutes instead of the 30 minutes. We will have to keep an eye on him to make sure he is not sleeping on the job.
Actually Mr. Swiss has left me this evening for a meeting in connection with investments to be made where we are living. It seems the house front will be painted, but there are people with more money than brains that would like new windows and new blinds, and there is talk of a makeover on the entrance to the garage. There will be a discussion and all being well Mr. Swiss will return home after 2 hours if they meet an agreement. If they do not reach an agreement, there might be arguments, perhaps a fight, and even a headline in the newspaper. Of course not, we are civilised people and not competing for the president of some great nation over the pond.
This is just a quick one, I do not often do it.
It is 8.30 a.m., just finished breakfast, checked through my computer and was ready to begin the household chores and then I glanced out of the window. Ok, I glance out of the window every day, but today it looked good and made me feel good. The sun is shining on our garden. The garden was put into shape yesterday with the furniture and my little ornaments and I just thought let’s share the day.
It looks like it will be a good one, warming up during the day and inviting me to sit outside in the afternoon. I just thought it was one of those moments to be savoured with a photo. Spring is here, or at least a good part of it is on the way.
If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?
What about being the fly on the wall when the Daily Prompt people decided to do it all again two years later? Ok, forget it, no big deal. Of course if you was a fly sitting on the beginning of this bridge you would feel overcome by the distance it would take to fly the length. On the other hand, no problem for a fly especially if there is the promise of food on the way. Flies seem to be able to absorb anything at any time, no problem and there are always a few cemeteries nearby.
Today is a day of rest it seems. Mr. Swiss wants to go into the town of Solothurn to buy something (chocolate, flowers for me perhaps?) and I decided I will remain at home on the porch in the sun catching up on a few things that I neglected due to the marathon walks I have been doing lately with him. This bridge over the River Aar was one of our memorable walks (see Mr. Swiss on the left in the distance). We only went half way. If we had done the whole thing it would have meant walking back on the other side of the river, crossing another bridge and doubling the kilometres on our daily walk. Five kilometres is enough for now, and ten kilometres daily would probably have been a reason to phone the hospital to send an ambulance, so today I am at home.
Perhaps it is better, as the signs of an impending catastrophe are imminent. Only a few days ago it was reported that a brightly lit object with a tinge of blue was crossing the skies in the East of Switzerland, although the Austrians beat us to it with a film on the TV news. What was this object? Was it a sign from another civilisation to inform us that our days on earth were numbered?Was it the first Swiss attempt to launch a rocket to the moon? It seems this was not the case, as even our train system sometimes has problems journeying to the next town on time. Eventually, after examinations it was discovered that it was a stray comet winging its way across the continental skies in an Easterly direction. There was no crash, bang or other such noise, so it probably missed earth to continue into outer space. The last comment from the Swiss intelligence comet investigation service was that the size of this comet, through which the Swiss Nation narrowly escaped death and destruction, was that of a human fist. Yes, a comet as large as a human fist!
There are strange signs at the moment. Today was an eclipse of the sun to be seen in Switzerland, Germany, England and who knows where else. We were warned not to watch as the moon crossed the sun’s globe, as it would have a negative effect on the eyes. On the other hand, the Austrians and Germans beat the Swiss to it yet again. they were given 100% eclipse and only left the Swiss with 60% eclipse. This morning as we drove to the supermarket there was a strange light in the sky, almost as it there would be thunder on its way, but we Swiss blamed it on the eclipse, that the Austrians and Germans stole from us. After thirty minutes the spook disappeared and the sun arrived to reassure us that it was still there. Tomorrow we fear that there will be heavy falls of frogs and fish falling as rain from the skies and this on the first day of Spring. We will blame it on the Austrians and Germans, but who knows? Perhaps Mr. Putin might be behind it all. The Americans are above suspicion, they have their own problems. Frog and fish rain is spared, they have snow.
To close today’s news blog from Switzerland here is one of the picturesque corners of my part of the world. The waste disposal plant in the nearby village of Zuchwil on the other side of the river: see the chimneys. Once a week our rubbish is collected and brought to this place for a ceremonial burning session. Yes, Switzerland is not just mountains and “The sound of Music” (although that was Austria), we also have daily problems to solve. What they really burning in this place, we will never know. The gates are locked and entry is not for all, although it has been known that Mr. Swiss has taken some unwanted elements of furniture to this place, as they were too big to be collected. Your car is weighed as you enter, and weighed again as you leave. You tip the unwanted rubbish into the rubbish happy hunting grounds and are charged on a weight basis. Perhaps it is an unwanted husband/wife solution, who knows? Stay tuned for more news from Switzerland tomorrow when we may take another walk to the cemetery, or even the local castle.
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