The Singing Trees

 

Sherlock pees on a sculptured tree, one of many along the quay of Lake Léman. He trots and pees on the other trees like that a row, stopping to commune with the other pups enjoying the walk.

It sounds like the Bird Tabernacle Choir is performing hiding within the branches. Listening at each tree is like we were backstage before a concert.

For the first time in weeks I have not needed a hat or gloves. Mont Blanc is out in all its snowy glory on the other side of the lake.

This is one of my favorite walks in Geneva.

It is also a pleasure after weeks of diddly squat problems:

• Finding a new flat
• Electricity, heating, hot water that doesn't want to work
• A new car needed and bought. It considers starting optional.
• Codes that do not arrive. One bank code arrives with five digits but six are needed.
• A broken tooth
• Misc. aches and pains
• Taxes and other government forms to be filled out.
  

In themselves, none is horrendous. Together they create a What Now ??? Moments. Thus this walk, after a lunch at Le Cottage, is truly a gift.