Lush, lusher, the lushest

What a privilege these days thanks to modern technologies to be able to write this new story while sitting at the edge of a river breathing in air filled with summery warmth and being refreshed after a bath in it. I am out of reception, though. Yes, thankfully, this still exists!

Grey heron, different species of butterflies, dragonflies, and even a European kingfisher hang out here with us. Just a mere 20 minutes bicycle ride from home in the city.

While the river is flanked by forest and as such the scenery comes in varied green tones as well, I actually wanted to finally take you to the Canton of Jura. Remember the postcard I sent you?

For my Swiss German speaking readers who may find my English a bit challenging at times I narrate the story for a change:

Ich habe mal was Neues versucht und diese Geschichte auf Schweizer Mundart erzählt und aufgenommen. Einfach grad so von der Leber weg :-). Hört hier rein und lasst mich wissen, was ihr denkt:

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Cows with a view

Thus my title. I think I have never seen something as lush and freshly green as this area in late spring, even though I hiked in rainforests on different continents, did my Master thesis in the biggest coherent pine forests of the Alps, drove hundred of kilometres through spruce forest in Sweden, walked trough the Valley of the Giants in Western Australia and the Giants forest in California. Never before did I feel like bathing in the lushest and most freshest #fiftyshadesofgreen. Maybe I just also was really in the mood for that green colour. Such a stupendous experience and a miraculous balsam for the soul.

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Under a tree

Dear readers

Where do (or did) you spend this first Sunday of July?

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Me, I am lying under a tree watching the branches move in the wind and the leaves dancing to its music. Something I deeply love to do. Lying in the grass on my back looking skywards observing the butterflies, and many other insects, birds, trees, and clouds in the mostly blue sunny sky. It seems as if I can’t really wrap my head around words right now, but I always lovingly share sights of nature.

So here I am enjoying the sounds of nature and the summer feeling all the while writing this to you. Live blog so to say 😎.

Nature means everything to me and I feel so deeply connected with and rooted in it. Moreover, nature is my medicine and it is where I calm down, relax, get energy and inspiration from. Nature also automatically creates space in my mind.

My dear soulsister used a wonderful metaphor yesterday when she said that she was so glad that the pharmacy nature is always open for us.

Yes, what a wonderful fact to be grateful for. Nature is all around us, sometimes wilder sometimes a bit more hidden.

I now prescribed myself with more LUX and more nature on a daily basis 🤩😇😋.

My hope is that you also feel some comfy wind in your hair today, the warm sun rays softly touching your skin, and that your eyes, mind, and heart are pampered with a view you love.

Here you can enjoy mine:

 

Big nature hug

Daniela

89 years

Today in the locker room of the gym…

I meet this beautiful elderly woman. Both of us are getting ready to train our muscles. She sits there wearing her surgical stockings and a pair of black leggings after getting rid of her pair of beige jeans. She is looking for something in her bag and then starts a conversation with me. You know, when you get older not everything goes the way you want it to. I washed my clothes today and in the heat of the moment, I forgot to bring an extra shirt. Oh, I answer, no worries, that is the same at every age, I just forgot to bring my badge to get into the gym some weeks ago.

Now, she asks me, do you think I could exercise just in my leggings? I normally always also wear trunks, but they are so hot, she says while showing them to me. Of course, I reply, of course you can go just the way you are dressed now! Actually, almost everybody “just” wears leggings in the gym. But at my age? She wonders. Of course, why not! I reassure her.

She looks at me with her eyes wide open and a little smile on her lips. You know, she says, I am always ashamed and afraid of what people would think, if I am showing up like this. I always wanted to ask somebody, but it is not a given to talk to someone like you. I am ashamed of walking around like this since I was young. Now I am so grateful for your answer and relieved that I can go without trunks, for I sweat so much and they are so hot. Thank you, thank you, thank you, she now gratefully smiles at me.
It is my big pleasure, dearest.

She goes on telling me that she is 89 years old turning 90 this year.

I am in awe. You see, I tell her, not everybody at your age goes and/or is able to go to the gym, so you should rather be proud than ashamed. I am ready to leave anytime now, she continues, but I don’t want to be a burden for my daughter, so that is why I come to the gym and train my legs on the indoor cycle machine.

I joke around asking her where she rides to with the bicycle, to Geneva maybe? (which is a four hours train ride from where the gym is, so quite far). The moment she gets my joke, she answers, oh, I ride to England where my grandchild lives. I wish her a good ride and all the best, before we bid farewell.

Of course, we consistently meet in the gym. She never misses to thank me for the go-ahead to work out without trunks and just in her leggings and surgical stockings. As luck would have it we finish at almost the same time an hour later and meet again in the locker room. Sure enough, she once again expresses her gratitude for me saying, yes you can.

It made such a difference to me, she goes. It was so much more comfortable like that and you know what… nobody stared at me or made me look ridiculous. Thank you! – You are really welcome.

Did you get to England? I wonder. No, not today, maybe in about two weeks time. But I sent a telegram and I made sure she is home when I get there. :0)

Oh my, we had a blast together that wonderful woman and I. We bid a final farewell for today and who knows we see each other again, she adds. That would be so nice, I said seeing her off.

I immediately knew that I wanted to share this heart-warming story with you. I hope it touches you the way it touched me.

I give thanks for stories like this and that they happen to me out of the blue.

I am also grateful for you! You are here and interested in my stories, even though there are only words today and sort of no photographs. But I am pretty sure, you are picturing this in your very own way.

With gratitude,
Daniela

Greetings from St-Ursanne

I just spent a wonderful time in a region of Switzerland I did not know very well so far, the Canton of Jura. It is a french-speaking canton bordering France in its west.

We were based in a rebuilt barn at the end of a winding road leading through a forest up in the hills surrounded by forests, meadows, and cows.

Here is just a little greeting from the village the barn politically belongs to – St-Ursanne. Rest assured to see more of the region soon.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Cherry & Co.

Cherry cherry lady…….   hold on…..  it is Cheri Cheri lady :-). The title of this post somehow reminded me of that song from the Eighties and it got stuck in my head. There it stayed that catchy tune and I don’t want to withhold it from your mind and ears, so here you go: Cheri Cheri Lady.

Now let’s turn our eyes and ears to the cherries and the other fruit trees that were or still are blooming in our latitudes. Apples, pears, and quince still do, cherries’ spectacle only lasts for a mere two weeks usually a bit before the other fruit trees come into blossom. So you have to be on it in order not to miss it. It was a dream of mine to take a photograph of one of those roads winding through cherry groves. This year I took the chance. After my father sent me pictures from his drive through THE region in Switzerland where you can see cherry trees everywhere, and roads winding through them, my hubby and I looked for a place to get to by public transport (we don’t have a car). Buuseregg in Basel-Land was the place we decided to go. The region has a very helpful website where you can find your own way of how you want to observe the happening: Baselland-Tourismus.

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