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Saturday, 10 June 2017

Adieu Printemps - Weekend Reflections

We've just received photos of our French garden from our dear neighbours who keep a watchful eye over My French Folly. According to their report................

Spring is about to bid us farewell as the sun stretches high into the sky.


The promise of new life has been delivered.


Fledglings dessert their nests.


The breeze plants a warm kiss in the shadows


 Now, the sweetness of the air barely lingers.


Leaves discard their verdant, juvenile greens for more mature hues.


Nature's rhythms continue to invoke feelings of wonder and security.


Printemps  by Victor Hugo
Voici donc les longs jours, lumière, amour, délire!  

Voici le printemps ! mars, avril au doux sourire,  
Mai fleuri, juin brûlant, tous les beaux mois amis!  
Les peupliers, au bord des fleuves endormis,  

Se courbent mollement comme de grandes palmes;  
L’oiseau palpite au fond des bois tièdes et calmes;  
Il semble que tout rit, et que les arbres verts  
Sont joyeux d’être ensemble et se disent des vers.  

Le jour naît couronné d’une aube fraîche et tendre;  

Le soir est plein d’amour ; la nuit, on croit entendre,  
À travers l’ombre immense et sous le ciel béni,  
Quelque chose d’heureux chanter dans l’infini.


Springtime by Victor Hugo
Here are the long days, light, love, delirium!
This is the Spring! March, April with a sweet smile,
May flowery, June blazing, all the beautiful friendly months!
The poplars, asleep by the riverside,
Bow gently like great palms
.
The bird quivers at the far end of the calm, tepid woods
.
It seems that everything laughs, and that the green trees
Are joyful to be together and say verses to each other.
The day comes crowned with a fresh and tender dawn.
The evening is full of love, the night, one can almost hear
Through the immense shadow and under the sacred sky,
Something happy singing in the infinity.

Recording: Monique Palomares  

English Translation: Lisa Yannucci 


Linking to Outdoor Wednesday

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Wednesday, 14 March 2012

My Mobile Secret Garden


My niece and I share this secret.
This secret garden travels with me.  So old, that the house has long since abandoned it. So quite, that I can hear my heart beat. In summer it exudes a unique, sweet fragrance that placates the nostrils. A vision that defines tranquility



Across the adjacent field of bright Derwent greens lies a deserted, weather-beaten shepherd's hut that continues to be serenaded by the discordant sounds of cowbells.

My piece of paradise lays hidden in the Swiss Alps. It's exact location? .........That's my secret

A Secret Garden

If there were a secret garden,
What would it comprise?
Fragrant flowers, a babbling brook, butterflies?
Dragonflies, birds, and bees, there would be all of these.

But most of all, within ‘that place’,
Tranquil peace and serenity await;
Ever there for me and you to relax and renew.
So every morning before you start,
Visit the ‘secret garden’ of your heart.
 By Linda Wall Hall
It is really this green!

Thursday, 2 February 2012

THE NEW BLACK























Love is the New Black

Above all 
W E A R  L O V E-
It’s more durable than denim,
more cosy than track pants,
more appealing than tuxedos,
more revealing than Speedos,
more protective than a suit of armour,
and more classy than a suit of Armani.

W E A R  L O V E-
It’s brand-less, it’s priceless!
Fits all sizes, suits all classes,
flatters any figure, matches any moment.








W E A R  L O V E-
the couture of all virtues,
the high fashion of the highly faithful:
more beautifying than Cartier,
more fragrant than Chanel,
and more the thing than any bling.
Courtesy VG mag

W E A R  L O V E-
its more fundamental than footwear,
more clarifying than eyewear,
and more undergirding than underwear.

DON'T wear jealousy and envy-
they're out of fashion man.
DON'T wear legalism and judgement-
they're so last testament.
DON'T wear vengeance & fear-
they were hung out to dry in 33AD

















W E A R  L O V E-
wear it tight,
wear it every day and every night.
Wear it. Share it.
Its more becoming than the latest hairdo,
more bedazzling than a sequined tutu.














W E A R  L O V E-
like Inuits wear gloves,
like the Peace Corps wear logos of doves-
everywhere, everyday, all the way,
what more can i say than
W E A R  L O V E-
I promise you
it'll look good on you, it always does

Poem by Cameron Semmens 
(Apologies Cameron for the addition of the photos.)
Post Script: My absence from the blog world is because I've been feeling numb since last Thursday evening when an 18 year old girl,whom I've known since she was 12, was killed in a horrific local car accident. Her funeral is this coming Friday. She was passionate about life, sensible, highly principled and energetic ....... "destined to do great things". The world has lost a special person.
Sometimes life does not make any sense at all.

Friday, 30 September 2011

Mon Printemps 


 The sky is monotonal grey, heralding the promise of Spring rain. Will it deliver?
Spring should be refreshing – a time of hope and renewal. The rhythm of this season is reassuring ……….the fleeting displays of blossom. ………festoons of light green confetti cling securely to the bare branches of winter……….the fresh green, (occasionally tinged with yellow or pink ) of the new growth on the evergreens ……….





















              And the scent-laden air carrying the perfumes and unwelcome allergens of Spring – reminders that life is never perfect.


During the last decade, the promise of Spring has given way to despair as the seasonal rains dwindled. There is a whole generation that is unaware that in Victoria, October is “the wettest month”. This is evident by the recent, uncharacteristic rise in the number of Spring brides. 











Although it has just commenced, this Spring has the hallmarks of the Springs of old. Wonderful …….except for my red nose and heavy dependence on antihistamines!

Le Printemps par Théophile Gautier
Regardez les branches

Comme elles sont blanches,

Il neige des fleurs.
Riant de la pluie

Le soleil essuie

les saules en pleurs.
Et le ciel reflète

Dans la violette

Ses pures couleurs...
La mouche ouvre l'aile

Et la demoiselle

Aux prunelles d'or,

Au corset de guêpe

Dépliant son crêpe,

A repris l'essor.
L'eau gaiement babille,

Le goujon frétille

Un printemps encore !
Spring is a time when I dust off my camera- I love capturing the images of Spring flowers. What do you love about Spring?

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Springtime (Le Printemps) 
par Théophile Gautier



Look at the boughs,
How white they are,
It’s snowing flowers!

Scoffing at the rain,
The sun dries
The weepy willow.

And the sky reflects
In the violets
Its pure colors…

The fly opens its wings
And the dragonfly
With the golden pupils,
And the wasp-like corset,
Unfolding its silky wings,
Has resumed its flight.

The water happily babbles,
The tiny fish wriggles
It’s Springtime again!