At the north end of Kornhausbrücke in Bern a wild cherry tree wispy with blossoms. There are times when the beautiful Aare river that meanders about Bern betrays the fact that the Alps are only some one hundred kilometres away and its tributaries come from very hilly country indeed. We had some intense rain over the past weekend and into early this week. Here are two impressions of late Tuesday morning, April 22, 08. This here blogger wonders how many tons of silt were shifted downriver over those 36 hours or so... If you click on the photo, you might see the solid debris such as tree trunks and branches carried downstream, too.
Views of the very full Aare river taken from Kornhausbrücke. And then the weather changed for the better and we've had two lovely, mild days with scarcely even a breeze. At 3PM today the temperature display near the railway station read +19°C.
This afternoon another one of my friends lent me her car (to get rid of yet more junk -- how much junk is there in the life of a not-very-affluent 56-year-old? Unbelievable! But with all this driving I am getting to be a really good driver, except when I forget I'm in Bern rather than in Oban and end up on the left side of the road, but that only happens every ten years or so...). So, to end up where I was going in the first place with this anecdote and intro to the photos here, I was able to reach areas of town that I don't usually go to. Like this beautifully tended parterre at the top of the hill as you drive northward from Kornhausbrücke. And no, I didn't photograph this location from the car but when I walked back to where I had left my bicycle...
Comments, anyone?
I want to end this post with this sumptuous, luscious handful of magnolia blossoms -- as seen day before yesterday on the tree just outside our office kitchen. I feared the cold and wet and snow and hail and sleet of recent weeks would destroy these glorious petals but they are hardier than I always give them credit. Each spring they burst from their pods, then it rains, then the sun comes out warm and they are splendiferous. Jolly good show, what?
This afternoon another one of my friends lent me her car (to get rid of yet more junk -- how much junk is there in the life of a not-very-affluent 56-year-old? Unbelievable! But with all this driving I am getting to be a really good driver, except when I forget I'm in Bern rather than in Oban and end up on the left side of the road, but that only happens every ten years or so...). So, to end up where I was going in the first place with this anecdote and intro to the photos here, I was able to reach areas of town that I don't usually go to. Like this beautifully tended parterre at the top of the hill as you drive northward from Kornhausbrücke. And no, I didn't photograph this location from the car but when I walked back to where I had left my bicycle...
Comments, anyone?
I want to end this post with this sumptuous, luscious handful of magnolia blossoms -- as seen day before yesterday on the tree just outside our office kitchen. I feared the cold and wet and snow and hail and sleet of recent weeks would destroy these glorious petals but they are hardier than I always give them credit. Each spring they burst from their pods, then it rains, then the sun comes out warm and they are splendiferous. Jolly good show, what?
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