Can you believe it? Recently was still happy summertime and – bang! – it’s autumn!
Those of you who know me, know how much I hate it! And even worse: Winter will be next! ❄️❄️
I already had a taste of what is awaiting poor me! Wetness, cold, wind, fog….you name it! None of it suits my taste, that’s for sure!
I mean, you guys have our gear, but – honestly – what would I look like in wellingtons? I doubt if I still would be a respectable cat in those items! After all, it’s ME, who is guarding our house and garden.
Imagine, me coming around a corner with a (pink?) rain cap, trying to scare away some neighbours cat?! Inconceivable!!
And winter is even worse: Shall I wear a knitted scarf and woollen gloves, or what?! Ridiculous!
But you might see my problem? I do get cold in the winter, especially my delicate ears and paws….. *sigh*
Well, well, it looks like I just have to put up with my fate. Luckily, we cats sleep a lot, so I will go, have a nap and dream about summertime….
Sweet dreams to you all and take care (watch out for the snowflakes!)
Imagine! There is a party going on, a birthday, a wedding, an anniversary…..whatever the occasion might be.
The mood is excellent (hopefully), the food is lovely, accompanied by various drinks. Your friends are there, family, you hear laughter and chatter. Above all, the weather is perfect, just as it should be.
More often than not, you will also find varicoloured balloons on such events. Tied to strings, in order to prevent them to fly away.
Then, as a big highlight, everyone takes a balloon and all at once let them fly into the blue sky! Cheering and applause, everyone assures one another, how beautiful they look, with their different colours. Children are cheering, as the balloons get smaller and smaller, until the horizon swallows them up.
People chat a bit longer maybe, then turn around to get another bite from the buffet or another glas of wine…..the balloons are soon forgotten.
But does anyone think further? What happens to these pink and blue and yellow rubberthings, after they are out of sight? Fact is, all of them will – sooner of later – come down to earth again. Some shredded to tiny pieces, others may come down intact, but all of them turned into rubbish, no doubt about that.
Now the problem starts: Many animals mistake these pieces as food, eat them and many die. That can be cows, goats and wild animals. Others – like birds – get tangled up in the strings, still attached to the balloons. Another deadly trap.
Sooner or later, most of the balloons end up in the oceans. Other animals will try to eat these “easy prey” – such as tortoises – and realise too late, that the supposed jellyfish was something else.
I guess, everyone has seen pictures of plastic trash floating in the oceans and I bet everyone is disgusted about it. But why do most forget about it, when it comes to balloons?
My parents just returned from their vacation from the island called Oléron in France. According to them it’s one of the most precious places they have seen. They told me that one day, a group of small children with their animator from the nearby hotel came to the beach, each of them a balloon in its hand. All of them let them go at once, which clearly looked great and made the children happy!
But is it worth it? Is it worth these few moments of joy, admiring some colours in the sky? Causing some more pollution at exactly this very moment? Causing the suffering and horrendous death of countless animals?
Well, who knows, maybe some of you will remember this post. Maybe at their next party, when everyone is supposed to free a balloon into the blue sky. Maybe some of you will be courageous enough to speak up – in the name of our beautiful, but so vulnerable Mother Earth!
Well, it was actually Patrik’s idea to write this post, he even had to persuade me – a little bit.
Many of you know that I’ve been rather busy for the last few months. Being creative and very much enjoying what I did, naturally.
What had started as sort of a playful attempt, suddenly became a more serious thing. My bracelets and necklaces were unexpectedly more and more popular amongst our friends and families. It didn’t take long and their friends and families also wanted to own a piece. Orders started to come in, with special color requests…..
It was such a big surprise for me and I was overwhelmed, about their interest in my jewellery. Not to mention my slowly growing success!
These days, my creations are displayed in a fashion boutique, a nearby tattoo studio and “our” Harley dealer! Isn’t that awesome?
Someone even suggested that I should participate in an exhibition, which will take place in December….It’s called “Koffermarkt” here, and apparently known as “trunk show” in the USA (that’s what Google says).
Well, that was a bit of a worrying idea and I needed to be pushed a little, at least to seriously think about it. I mean, was I good enough? Was I ready for this next (big) step?
But on the other hand, what could I loose? The exhibition is not a big one and only one day. Not even the costs are high.
And you know what? As fate would have it, my parents had an antique suitcase on their loft. An absolutely beautiful piece, in beige leather which looks like new! I guess that was me, running out of excuses, right?!
Anyway, meanwhile I signed up and bought some deco stuff in order to present my bracelets and necklaces in a suitable environment.
I reckon, the following weeks won’t be boring, as I’ll have enough to do with producing and building up a small stock.
And I must admit, since I decided to participate, I do look forward to this event. Who knows what the future has in store for me?
Some of you might remember my story about the house intruders, a few months ago…..In fact, very sweet and adorable looking creatures, even I have to admit that! Unfortunately, not sooo sweet, when it comes to a marten-house-collision.
This spring/summer we’ve had a beech marten family under our roof, therefore, it was impossible to “shoo” them away. I mean, imagine, if the mum had been scared away…what about her babies? It would have been fatal for them…therefore, clearly no option for us!
So my mum and dad decided to wait and see, until the youngsters would be old enough to move out, together with their mum, ideally!
And – ta-daaa – exactly THAT had happened almost two months ago. We even saw the “teens” playing in our and our neighbours garden a few times – two of them, as far as we know. Chasing each other and going absolutely berserk! I wish I had a movie, or at least pictures, I could show you! Absolutely priceless!
Anyhow, last week two roofers came to our house, in order to value the (possible) damage, fix it and – most importantly – prevent such an intrusion for good!
Luckily, the damage was not as bad as we thought and around lunchtime the workers had completed their task!
They also took pictures from inside and the work they have done. Of course, I could have been up there and supervise them, but to my annoyance I wasn’t allowed on the roof…..themselves to blame!
My mum is now waiting for the pictures, which she will send further to our insurance company. Let’s see if we’ll get some money from them….
Anyway, the roof has been fixed and should be “marten safe” now….erm, unless they’ll find a new entrance….
Of course, we wish the martens a long and healthy life – preferably in the nearby woods!
After the already known wake up call at 05.15h, we enjoyed an espresso and were ready in no time. Punctual, at 06.30h we arrived in sunny Livorno and soon after left the ferry orderly.
The plan was, to drive the same route home, via the St. Bernard pass. The only difference would be that we would pass Parma, instead of Genova. Our GPS said, the journey would take approx. 7 hours. Fantastic!
Our choice to drive via Parma was a bad one, as it turned out….Not because of the traffic, that was ok. But because of the numerous animal transports, pigs on their way to slaughter houses, to become the famous Parma ham….
It was almost unbearable to see these poor animals and not being able to rescue them. I will never again drive this route again, that’s for sure!
Without problems we passed the border to Switzerland and drove further, towards St. Bernard and Chur – the weather was the complete opposite as a week ago: Sunny and warm! That at least made it easier that the holidays were almost over and we were heading homewards.
The St. Bernard pass looked quite different now: The mountains of snow had nearly disappeared, replaced by patches of flowers. The activity on the road was also the opposite, as a week ago. Brave cyclists fought their way up to the top, together with cars, with and without caravans from all over Europe. And as if these weren’t enough, hordes of motorcyclists passed us, with more or less risky manoeuvers. I had to close my eyes sometimes, about some crazy daredevil….
Nevertheless, we looked forward to perhaps meeting Bernie again! But sadly, we couldn’t see him anywhere…..Maybe the traffic was too much for him, or he had his hiding place somewhere and was waiting for the next snowfall, who knows?!
Just before Chur, we heard on the radio that the motorway was blocked by several traffic jams. So we decided to leave the motorway and took the smaller roads beside. It showed that was a wise decision, since we passed a couple of stunning and well known alpine sceneries, such as the “Via Mala” and “Roffla Schlucht”! Just beautiful! We also stopped there somewhere, to have a short lunch.
Unfortunately, our unintended sightseeing tour caused some delay and instead of coming home at 2 p.m., our GPS now said approx. 4 p.m. Well, nothing we could do about it, just roll on, Baby!
The last bit we were back on the motorway again, that went quicker of course and – finally – at 15.30h we arrived home. Tired, but happy! Even more, when Odin came around the corner and welcomed us with a “meow”.
With almost 30° C we started to unload the car immediately, to get it behind us! And to start being home again.
And finally, the bottom line of this adventure is short and clear: Simply marvellous! The week was better than we dared to hope for. Starting with the trip to Italy and back, the ferry rides, Sailitalia and it’s lovely crew and last but not least “Blue Moon”, our faithful cat – thank you!