RDP Friday: Winter

papecomputer and handkerchiefs

It’s that time of the year again
Coughing, sneezing, shivering will reign
Turnover is high for a  medicinal cure
Boxes of handkerchiefs begin to mature
With their help you know the cold lasts seven days
Without it lasts a week, so treatment never pays
But winter has a good side
With flurries of white snow
Although not so pleasant
if you have somewhere to go
You will slip and slide,
for warmer weather you beg
And then you have an accident
and might even break a leg
The remedy is clear, and also justified
Wrap yourself up warm and stay inside

Snow 26.11 (13)

RDP Friday: Winter

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now – a wonder in the house No. 3 garden

Write a post entirely in the present tense.

If there is something in the past tense, you can tell me because this is not easy, but I do not guarantee that I will change it.

Borage

A wonder happens before my eyes. I do not believe in wonders, I believe what I see, and I see it before my eyes. Outside in the garden in front of my window a borage plant is growing. The seed survives the winter days and grows. Winter days are not here, it is too warm. We have no snow, no freezing temperatures, there is nothing to stop the development of this borage flower that is growing throughout the Winter. There are no living insects, they are sleeping in the undergrowth but perhaps they are not sleeping and are observing the developments in the garden.

“Where are you going” asks Mr. Swiss

“I want my camera. I am taking a photo of a living thing.”

“You are taking a photo of me?”

“No, I have enough photos of you. I have a photo of you whilst you were at the computer this morning.”

“Is it on you blog? you are marking it private.?”

“No problem, a photo of you is not important enough showing on my blog, today of all days. I am writing about what is happening now at this moment in my garden.”

“You are writing that it is raining?”

“No, no-one interests the rain. I am writing about my borage plant that is flowering today on 2nd January, 2016. A Wonder in the AngloSwiss garden No. 3, never seen before.”

I take my mobile phone for the photo. It is quicker to upload and I am working fast before the rain turns to snow and my borage plant freezes. Temperature is 5,8°C, no chance of a sudden temperature fall. Hello borage and flower until it is Spring.

“Who are you calling on your phone.”

“The newspaper of course. My borage plant is unique. It blossoms in the middle of Winter.”

“But I see in the neighbour’s garden there is a flowering rose.”

I open my garden shed door and I remove the hedge cutters. I look in all directions and I see the closed blinds in the neighour’s appartment. I walk into the neighbour’s garden and take the hedge cutters in my hand. There is a scream and a dead rose is laying on the ground. There is no longer a flowering rose in the neighbour’s garden.  I hate rivals and now my borage is famous throughout the area, with no rivals.

“You are cutting the neighbour’s rose.”

“No rivals in this world, my borage is the only survivor now and forever, at least until Spring.”

Borage 2.1,2016

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now – A Wonder in the House No. 3 Garden

Let It Be Winter In Switzerland

The Road to Langendorf

Although it is not my wish. The warm over 0°C temperatures can remain as far as I am concerned. I have no death wish to ski on the slopes of the Swiss mountains or plough through walls of snow thinking “how lovely, the snow is here again”. There are some people in this country who have a feeling that there is something missing from their boring Winter life when they cannot watch the flakes falling from a dismal sky. They are disappointed and moan about the Winter not being as good as it used to be. We need the cold and the pretty ice crystals on the windows. The senior Swiss remember the days when they went to school on their sledge, wearing their long underwear and insulating their hands with gloves. Oh yes those were the days, the Winters are just not like they used to be.

And me – I don’t want the Winters like they used to be I don’t really want the Winter, but it is a necessary obstacle to overcome every year. Up to Christmas I was happy, it was warm, even the sun was shining from time to time and the birds were singing. I still had flowers in the garden. Ok, the sun is still shining when it stops snowing. My car was happy. Although it had nice winter tyres to brave the icy roads, it was just to show how well equipped we were for the days ahead and if you were caught unaware with the Summer tyres you were in trouble if it did happen to snow. The Swiss police do not look kindly on Summer tyres if there is an accident in Winter.

Yes now we are glad for our Winter tyres. The snow arrived last Friday. This was no problem, Friday all the shops were closed for Boxing Day and we had food and water (even some wine) to see us through until the week-end. Unfortunately it arrived during the evening and persisted throughout the night. The first words from Mr. Swiss on Saturday morning when I opened my eyes from a golden oldie deep sleep were “it’s snowing”. My first thought was remain in bed, it is safer, I might fall on the snow. I then realised the snow was restricted to outside. My next thought was the headline in the local newspaper “Englsh senior citizen lost in a snow storm on the way to supermarket” or “Car found after being involved in an avalanche near the local supermarket: the driver was recovered holding a shopping list in her frozen fingers”.

Let us be serious. Mrs. Angloswiss does not sit in a car and drive when it is snowing, she has an emergency plan. So Mr. Swiss made his way to the supermarket in the car. Luckily we heard the snow ploughs at six in the morning, so knew that something was being done by the local authorities. Instead of the usual ten minutes, Mr. Swiss needed twenty minutes each way to the supermarket, but we were saved and he brought home food for the week-end.

This was a few days ago. Since it is still snowing. On Monday we ventured out together. I found my special heavy winter shoes, anti slide and anti cold, although I could slip and slide on glue probably. We were both having illusions of ice covered roads blocked by numerous snow ploughs battling their way on the roads, but we were relieved to see that the trusty Swiss had organised themselves. We approached the main road and discovered it was snow and ice free, although temperatures were now down to -8°C (during the night it was -12°C). The actual driving surface was restricted on both sides due to a pile up of the removed snow.

Our trusty car stopped trembling, everything was OK. Of course with Mr. Swiss at the wheel, there was no problem, after all he is Swiss (did I already mention that). Yes, we were saved, our spirits were high and so I decided to take a few photos on the way as a memory of the first day driving in snow. In the euphoria of the moment we decided that we would venture again into the frozen world on Wednesday for another shopping expedition, after all it was only snow and it melts eventually perhaps.

The Swiss weather forecast tells us that the snow is here to stay until the end of the week, due to very cold minus temperatures, but it can only get better and next week, everything will return to normal, if it does not snow. Mr. Swiss finds you cannot trust the Swiss meteo, they make it up as they go along.

Pending our survival of the Winter snow and ice, watch this space, there might be more to come.

It’s snowing

Towards Rötibrück, Solothurn

It all started so well, going shopping with the car. Admittedly we had a bit of snow on the pavements, but the roads were clear. Guess what? While we were in the supermarket it started to snow. That was this morning, and it snowed all day. This photo was taken about 11.30 this morning on the way home.

Result: Mr. Swiss and I are hibernating for the week-end and plans have been made to buy a week’s food supplies on Monday morning, not intending to go anywhere on our own four wheels until the end of next week.

Snowing on the Baselstrasse approaching Feldbrunnen

3 Form Poem – Cold

Acrostic
Crystals of ice on the window
Opening a world of frozen stars
Let them grow, let them stay, let them breathe
Did they really come from Mars?
Haiku
Iced heart, numb feelings
Love betrayed and cast aside
Cold steel takes revenge

Limerick
There once was an ice berg at sea
So cold, so big and so free
Then there was panic
It hit the Titanic
A cold grave the result to foresee