Just enjoy this Dutch nature
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
What nature brings us
Yesterday was a really nice day out here and at some point round 6pm I was even sitting on my favorite bench in my garden and witnessed the afternoon turning in to evening.
Meaning the blue-ish sky filled with clouds was turning in to darkness-black. Is that a color name? The clouds were still white but it was like when you are editing a webpage and you have the upfront color and the background color.
I just sat there and was really the only one in the neighborhood even though a few gardens further I heard a neighbor chopping wood for his fireplace. He is a real 'green' fellow so does it with the old axe and does sound nice.
Times like that, just before dinner, feels cozy. My lovely wife was preparing dinner and I hade been busy with some garden jobs and with preparing many flowers which we got in the afternoon to be put in vases and then you go in to the Sunday evening in such a peaceful nice way.
I was thinking of forests and came to a few very nice pictures
And was thinking how in the summer bats always are around in my garden at night and now they seem to have left and I also have had once an owl, a little bit like this
Sitting there on this bench a special star caught my eye. It had lighted up just in my view and it was kind of staring, starring, at me.
Those evenings make life really nice.
Meaning the blue-ish sky filled with clouds was turning in to darkness-black. Is that a color name? The clouds were still white but it was like when you are editing a webpage and you have the upfront color and the background color.
I just sat there and was really the only one in the neighborhood even though a few gardens further I heard a neighbor chopping wood for his fireplace. He is a real 'green' fellow so does it with the old axe and does sound nice.
Times like that, just before dinner, feels cozy. My lovely wife was preparing dinner and I hade been busy with some garden jobs and with preparing many flowers which we got in the afternoon to be put in vases and then you go in to the Sunday evening in such a peaceful nice way.
I was thinking of forests and came to a few very nice pictures
And was thinking how in the summer bats always are around in my garden at night and now they seem to have left and I also have had once an owl, a little bit like this
Sitting there on this bench a special star caught my eye. It had lighted up just in my view and it was kind of staring, starring, at me.
Those evenings make life really nice.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A form of Fungus
Well autumn here has most certainly arrived. Wetty mornings from fog, overcast skies during the day changing to sceneries as in my previous blog, yet they give me the feeling of the time of the year we are in.
Changes time. That is what it is for me as well. Working from home gives me the advantages like spending some time in the garden which is now much less than a month ago.
Yet i live these afternoons when I take the bike and drive up to the fruit and veggie shop for some great mandarins and apples and love the ride through the parks beneath our house.
So again it shows that all seasons have there special things and I also see in other blogs here that many people deal with that in positive ways.
Days pass by in different moods and due to the rain I suddenly discovered these objects in my garden
They suddenly were there within one day.
Now, a few days later, they have had bites in them from the flying or walking animals in my garden.
It's the time.. of the season
Changes time. That is what it is for me as well. Working from home gives me the advantages like spending some time in the garden which is now much less than a month ago.
Yet i live these afternoons when I take the bike and drive up to the fruit and veggie shop for some great mandarins and apples and love the ride through the parks beneath our house.
So again it shows that all seasons have there special things and I also see in other blogs here that many people deal with that in positive ways.
Days pass by in different moods and due to the rain I suddenly discovered these objects in my garden
They suddenly were there within one day.
Now, a few days later, they have had bites in them from the flying or walking animals in my garden.
It's the time.. of the season
Friday, November 6, 2009
4 seasons in one day
I am very lucky to have a large home, dating from 1933, has belonged to my family from the first day so has many memories with in it.
It's a house with four floors, the cellar which is also partly the entrance to the quite ok sized garden and then 3 floors on top of that.
Since a few years I have my business from home and have the top floor as my office.
From there I have an amazing sight over the sky and over the gardens around me and a large pond with a fountain.
The view over the sky for me is a big escape from work for a while often and a joy to see all these changes.
Now that it is autumn I even think that summer skies can be a bit boring when there is only this blue large piece of...nothing? Even though when it is there of course I love it.
Now with autumn very much showing it's face I look up from my office when I am doing things on my computers and do not even have to raise my head to be able to look out the window and see what is going on there.
The feeling of space often feels so wonderful.
This week the weather turned from very sunny to very wetty and cloudy
Clouds always inspire me and I took some pictures of the various faces of the sky yesterday. Imagine all this happening within one day.
This is still quite ok I think?
That is the straight forward sight I have from my desk.
And a few phone calls later was this which could just as well be a sighting from Switzerland, I believe, without mountains.
I feel good when all these pass by, it is like four seasons passing by in one day, it is inspiring, one moment I have to close the window coverage due to the sun shining in and a next moment i need to have the lights on up here.
This morning I saw such a nice sight and since the word Moon passes by here now and then I wanted to show you this little thingie up in the sky which was still there round 9ish in the morning.
Quite a nice view huh
Well this is a bit how my office view can look like, it changes so often as so much in life.
It's a house with four floors, the cellar which is also partly the entrance to the quite ok sized garden and then 3 floors on top of that.
Since a few years I have my business from home and have the top floor as my office.
From there I have an amazing sight over the sky and over the gardens around me and a large pond with a fountain.
The view over the sky for me is a big escape from work for a while often and a joy to see all these changes.
Now that it is autumn I even think that summer skies can be a bit boring when there is only this blue large piece of...nothing? Even though when it is there of course I love it.
Now with autumn very much showing it's face I look up from my office when I am doing things on my computers and do not even have to raise my head to be able to look out the window and see what is going on there.
The feeling of space often feels so wonderful.
This week the weather turned from very sunny to very wetty and cloudy
Clouds always inspire me and I took some pictures of the various faces of the sky yesterday. Imagine all this happening within one day.
This is still quite ok I think?
That is the straight forward sight I have from my desk.
And a few phone calls later was this which could just as well be a sighting from Switzerland, I believe, without mountains.
I feel good when all these pass by, it is like four seasons passing by in one day, it is inspiring, one moment I have to close the window coverage due to the sun shining in and a next moment i need to have the lights on up here.
This morning I saw such a nice sight and since the word Moon passes by here now and then I wanted to show you this little thingie up in the sky which was still there round 9ish in the morning.
Quite a nice view huh
Well this is a bit how my office view can look like, it changes so often as so much in life.
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Seasons and friends
Some weekend.
Only last week I was able to spend a lot of time in my garden. I work from home and often need to study on articles or reports and love to do that in my garden.
It is a wonderful place facing the South so the sun comes from 'the left' and even last week has given me some wonderful times.
Until yesterday.
The weekend started wonderful when on Saturday afternoon we went to two very dear and old friends who we know for over 3 decades. He was my best man at my marriage, the both girls had been schoolmates, he and I had been DJ's for over 5 years in a youth club in our village and even wrote an own version to Rapper's Delight which we recorded after a long night after everyone had left and somewhat influenced by nice beer we did an own version.
Anyways, they live just 4 minutes walk from us and we had a lovely evening with a gourmet dinner, one where you basically do the whole lot together
and all that with salads and garlic bread and mushrooms and sauces and small pepper and herbs...and wine, just wonderful and we started round 6ishpm and ended round midnight with a small break in between where we watched some music dvd's.
To have such evenings with close friends where all four match is really special.
The afternoon prior to it, I had some garden time and was clearing off too many leaves which fall down now and it was just a nice afternoon doing that. My neigbours were also busy outside with some woodworking and when they had finished they were burning the left over wood in a sort of garden fire place which smelled so nice.
Now, the next day, Sunday, I went to a soccer match which I do since I was little at the same club who are fifteen minutes away by bike,
now lol just before I had to go it started raining lightly so I biked over to my friend and when we left there it started to really rain heavily but apart from the fact we have to be there in time there also is no place to shelter so we arrived there quite wet. Our team won so all went well and we have a dry seat there, but really, the way back by bike.... I came home totally wet, my shoes, my coat. We had the wind against us so just awefull.
But, we won and we did have a nice time there and when I had showered and dressed up in dry clothes and especially when my dear wife served dinner the world looked much better again and makes me look back on a lovely weekend with good friends and family around me.
Only last week I was able to spend a lot of time in my garden. I work from home and often need to study on articles or reports and love to do that in my garden.
It is a wonderful place facing the South so the sun comes from 'the left' and even last week has given me some wonderful times.
Until yesterday.
The weekend started wonderful when on Saturday afternoon we went to two very dear and old friends who we know for over 3 decades. He was my best man at my marriage, the both girls had been schoolmates, he and I had been DJ's for over 5 years in a youth club in our village and even wrote an own version to Rapper's Delight which we recorded after a long night after everyone had left and somewhat influenced by nice beer we did an own version.
Anyways, they live just 4 minutes walk from us and we had a lovely evening with a gourmet dinner, one where you basically do the whole lot together
and all that with salads and garlic bread and mushrooms and sauces and small pepper and herbs...and wine, just wonderful and we started round 6ishpm and ended round midnight with a small break in between where we watched some music dvd's.
To have such evenings with close friends where all four match is really special.
The afternoon prior to it, I had some garden time and was clearing off too many leaves which fall down now and it was just a nice afternoon doing that. My neigbours were also busy outside with some woodworking and when they had finished they were burning the left over wood in a sort of garden fire place which smelled so nice.
Now, the next day, Sunday, I went to a soccer match which I do since I was little at the same club who are fifteen minutes away by bike,
now lol just before I had to go it started raining lightly so I biked over to my friend and when we left there it started to really rain heavily but apart from the fact we have to be there in time there also is no place to shelter so we arrived there quite wet. Our team won so all went well and we have a dry seat there, but really, the way back by bike.... I came home totally wet, my shoes, my coat. We had the wind against us so just awefull.
But, we won and we did have a nice time there and when I had showered and dressed up in dry clothes and especially when my dear wife served dinner the world looked much better again and makes me look back on a lovely weekend with good friends and family around me.
Harold's new life
November one.
An odd day for Harold. At age 44 he had become one of the victims of what is called the economic crisis.
After having worked for 20 years at a lawyers firm, they had to let him and several others go.
So there he was, having worked with so much inspiration in an office job working for the lawyers, supplying them with details, background information and other data on the files they were working on. He never liked to be in the picture lights and did not study to be a lawyer but did love to do what he did so long, and he was respected for that and had his own team of specialists doing what can be called as back-office work.
Now suddenly his life had changed, again. Eight years before he lost his wife due to cancer and had struggled to keep 'alive' and now this.
It was a Sunday morning and on Saturday the staff of the office had organized something for the people who were sent off. They had always worked on Saturdays so the day itself was not unusual. Harold had mixed feelings about it but as loyal as he was did attend. It was a rainy evening and all that water quite matched the general atmosphere. They got together in a pub which was their 'local' in the London City where they often went for drinks after work or in the case of a special win in a court case. He loved the place but knew he would not see it again much since this was in the city and he lived an hour away by train as so many there.
There of course was a lot of noise and since Harold is a rather quiet type he just stood there with some of the staff just chatting and having drinks and the usual cheese and onion crisps. After a while he started watching the clock and for the first time was happy with the early closing hours of London pubs.
He also felt very sorry for some people from his team who would have hard times finding another job. For instance the girls from his back office department who were much younger were mixed in sad emotions and at the next moment were dancing when the jukebox played songs like "Come On Eileen" or Steve Harley's "Make Me Smile".
The train ride back home seemed to take longer than ever.
Now it was Sunday and he sat looking out over his garden from this nice chair set where he had sat every weekend chatting with his Lucy whilst watching birds pick the food he had put down for them. Chairs they felt so comfortable in and in between them was a small round table with a nice shimmering lamp and some small stones they had taken along from vacations.
On the dinner table he had put the few gifts he got from the night before. The usual business gifts like the boring ink pen, of which he knew he probably would use it when he felt better, yet there were some nice cards with personal small messages.
He was awake early and noticed the fog from the morning as the day turned from night to morning. He could hear the birds sing. Harold had taken some breakfast and tea, of course tea, and thought about his future. What would be there for him. His job was his life and now without that.
The autumn wind made it all sound so sad. But he knew he had to take action and see what kind of jobs are available, but even he might focus on another type of work. Some of the lawyers had advised him to call some people who might have something for him. He picked up pen and paper and started to make notes about the thoughts in his head.
After a while he thought of clearing the dinner table so picked up the cards and read them. Most of them were the usual 'will miss you' and sort like messages but one was different. He read it twice and just could not get it;
Call me? I need to talk with you. Here is my mobile number.
Harold did see it was a women's handwriting and it even had hugs below the message.
An odd day for Harold. At age 44 he had become one of the victims of what is called the economic crisis.
After having worked for 20 years at a lawyers firm, they had to let him and several others go.
So there he was, having worked with so much inspiration in an office job working for the lawyers, supplying them with details, background information and other data on the files they were working on. He never liked to be in the picture lights and did not study to be a lawyer but did love to do what he did so long, and he was respected for that and had his own team of specialists doing what can be called as back-office work.
Now suddenly his life had changed, again. Eight years before he lost his wife due to cancer and had struggled to keep 'alive' and now this.
It was a Sunday morning and on Saturday the staff of the office had organized something for the people who were sent off. They had always worked on Saturdays so the day itself was not unusual. Harold had mixed feelings about it but as loyal as he was did attend. It was a rainy evening and all that water quite matched the general atmosphere. They got together in a pub which was their 'local' in the London City where they often went for drinks after work or in the case of a special win in a court case. He loved the place but knew he would not see it again much since this was in the city and he lived an hour away by train as so many there.
There of course was a lot of noise and since Harold is a rather quiet type he just stood there with some of the staff just chatting and having drinks and the usual cheese and onion crisps. After a while he started watching the clock and for the first time was happy with the early closing hours of London pubs.
He also felt very sorry for some people from his team who would have hard times finding another job. For instance the girls from his back office department who were much younger were mixed in sad emotions and at the next moment were dancing when the jukebox played songs like "Come On Eileen" or Steve Harley's "Make Me Smile".
The train ride back home seemed to take longer than ever.
Now it was Sunday and he sat looking out over his garden from this nice chair set where he had sat every weekend chatting with his Lucy whilst watching birds pick the food he had put down for them. Chairs they felt so comfortable in and in between them was a small round table with a nice shimmering lamp and some small stones they had taken along from vacations.
On the dinner table he had put the few gifts he got from the night before. The usual business gifts like the boring ink pen, of which he knew he probably would use it when he felt better, yet there were some nice cards with personal small messages.
He was awake early and noticed the fog from the morning as the day turned from night to morning. He could hear the birds sing. Harold had taken some breakfast and tea, of course tea, and thought about his future. What would be there for him. His job was his life and now without that.
The autumn wind made it all sound so sad. But he knew he had to take action and see what kind of jobs are available, but even he might focus on another type of work. Some of the lawyers had advised him to call some people who might have something for him. He picked up pen and paper and started to make notes about the thoughts in his head.
After a while he thought of clearing the dinner table so picked up the cards and read them. Most of them were the usual 'will miss you' and sort like messages but one was different. He read it twice and just could not get it;
Call me? I need to talk with you. Here is my mobile number.
Harold did see it was a women's handwriting and it even had hugs below the message.
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