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“Il ne faut pas refuser secours à la ronce qui veut devenir rose.”
Paul Claudel
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After some research folks I found out this was the female of the species, and because I'm so good looking and so charming lol, this is where she looked at me and asked me to be her boyfriend, another huge lol and of course I said yes, how could I refuse such a beauty.
I always thank them no matter who or what they are for the privilege they gave me for an image in their home and habitat.
stopped the car quickly, despite having vowed never to take photos at 'that layby' again, the colours were too good to miss. While a line up of tourists were snapping at the far end, i saw this lone sheep just posing. How could I refuse?
Summer seems to take a break at the moment, it's much cooler now and windy with occasional rain. Fynn even decided that he needed his warm blanket again when he stayed on the terrace for a while. He wasn't very willing to pose for a photo, refused to look at me. Bunny behind him was more cooperative.
With rising global temperatures cities become less habitable. Nature is taking back and people are migrating to the country. Except some who refuse to leave.
More small Post Offices face closure as officials cut costs: Hundreds set to be moved into supermarkets and other shops
Hundreds of town and village post offices are being closed to cut costs
Bosses are demanding sub-postmasters move their shops to other stores
If they refuse, their post office could be forcibly moved to another venue
I haven't posted any Cleo photo in a while and decided to remedy that today. Cleo wasn't exactly super excited about the idea but cooperated when I waved the treats bag in front of her nose. I thought that the yellow bush would make a nice backdrop and that Cleo would look somehow cheerful in front of that colour (I really should know better). Of course Cleo refused to show even the hint of a smile. She also refused to sit on the (slightly wet) grass but insisted to stay on the (perfectly dry) path. Guess who of us was lying flat in the (slightly wet) grass instead!
For about a week now, Idaho has refused to come in when a meal is served. Either Sally or I (depending whose turn it is) have to go outside to carry him in from the outdoor enclosure. He purrs the whole time as I wrestle with relocking the pen with a cat on my shoulder, and doesn't seem to have anything wrong with him to explain this behavior.
"Hâtez-vous lentement, et sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage,
Polissez-le sans cesse, et le repolissez,
Ajoutez quelquefois, et souvent effacez".
Dans mon cas pour cette gare, ce n'est pas 20 fois mais plusieurs centaines de fois.
Contrairement à ce que l'on pense souvent, cette formule ne fait pas référence à l’Odyssée d’Homère, dans laquelle Pénélope, la fidélité personnifiée, refuse de reprendre époux malgré l’interminable absence de son mari Ulysse. Et qui, pour éloigner les prétendants, donne comme excuse, des années durant, jusqu'au retour d'Ulysse, la confection d’un large voile qu’elle se doit de terminer avant une éventuelle seconde noce. Mais démonte chaque nuit tout ce qu'elle a tissé durant la journée.
Il s'agit d'une citation de l'écrivain français Nicolas Boileau dit Boileau-Despréaux, extraite de "L’Art poétique", un poème didactique de onze cents alexandrins classiques paru en 1674, qui, à mon sens, garde toute son actualité, près de trois siècles et demi plus tard.
Appartenant au registre désuet, elle signifie : n'hésitez pas à travailler et retravailler inlassablement votre projet ou votre texte, à le peaufiner, à l'instar de l'artisan tisserand, qui ne cesse de remettre, autant de fois qu'il le faudra, son ouvrage (c'est à dire la pièce de tissu qu'il est en train de fabriquer) sur son métier à tisser.
"Make haste slowly, and without losing heart,
Twenty times on the loom hand over your work,
Polish it endlessly, and polish it again,
Add sometimes, and erase often".
In my case for this station, it's not 20 times but several hundred times.
Contrary to what is often thought, this formula does not refer to Homer's Odyssey, in which Penelope, fidelity personified, refuses to take a husband again despite the interminable absence of her husband Ulysses. And who, to ward off the suitors, gives as an excuse, for years, until the return of Ulysses, the making of a large veil that she must finish before a possible second wedding. But dismantles every night everything she has woven during the day.
This is a quote from the French writer Nicolas Boileau dit Boileau-Despréaux, taken from "L'Art poétique", a didactic poem of eleven hundred classic Alexandrians published in 1674, which, in my opinion, retains all its topicality, nearly three and a half centuries later.
Belonging to the obsolete register, it means: do not hesitate to work and tirelessly rework your project or your text, to refine it, like the artisan weaver, who does not cease to put back, as many times as he will need, his work (i.e. the piece of fabric he is making) on his loom.
Stack of old magazines and sales catalogs, ready for the refuse and then be reincarnated as new pages.
No wonder he looks so happy: awaiting the merciful jaws of the crusher lorry then the eternal peace and quiet of the landfill until full biodegradation occurs and no trace of his existence is left. Merry Christmas, Mr Box!
Heard a bull frog croaking loudly then walked to the other side of a back pool and found this one hiding in the heavy shade as shown in next photo, but a ray of sunlight finally broke through to light it up. Waited several minutes but it never moved and refused to croak while I was watching so left. I'm sure it wanted to continue call for a mate and didn't want to give up its place. Still wanting to get a photo of one croaking, maybe someday. :)
Everything froze hard and winter has definitely arrived in British Columbia. Unfortunately several of the Anna Hummingbirds refused to fly south this year, and I have been thawing the sugar water every couple of hours. Since we have at least 4 hummers who are all so territorial, I have set up two feeders with the hope that everyone gets a turn at the sweet sugar water while it is still lukewarm. These little hummers provide me with much amusement as one of the feeders is directly in front of my office window and these little visitors check in on me quite regularly and show absolutely no fear. As soon as I arrive with fresh food, they are right there lapping it up. Hope they will all survive the winter.
Geomagnetic activity pushed the Northern Lights down to where they were visible from Co. Mayo, Ireland on the 2nd of October 2013. That small little annoying gap, in my hedge, that refuses to grow comes in useful at times like this.
3- picture panorama of Downpatrick Head cape. The sea-stack is called Dún Briste, which means "broken fort".
Local legend says that when a pagan chieftain refused to convert to Christianity, St Patrick struck the ground with his crozier, splitting a chunk of the headland off into the ocean, with the chieftain on top!
Odd that at the end of January, this remains liquid. A small bay sheltered from the current of the St. Lawrence without a trace of ice.
As I went to the garden to add some kitchen refuse to my compost heap, I spotted this Wall Lizard lying in this strange pose in the Laurel hedge. As I came close to check on it, it opened its eyes and ran away. I was quite relieved, as I thought that today's very high temperature (it reached 36 degrees C, quite unusual in Quiberon) had done this lizard some harm.
I had been planning to visit the shipwreck in Wenningstedt-Braderup on the island of Sylt for a long time.
You can read about it:
"In the Wadden Sea between Braderup and Munkmarsch, barely 200 metres from the beach, lies the shipwreck of the once proud three-masted schooner "Mariann".
At low tide, the wooden remains are clearly visible.
Anyone thinking of a shipwreck or even pirates may be disappointed when they learn the true story:
In 1961, the ship was towed into Munkmarsch harbour - by two Sylt residents who wanted to open a floating café on it. However, they were refused the necessary licence, so they anchored the ship a little further north between Munkmarsch and Braderup in the Wadden Sea.
Plan B for the pair: Turn the ship into a cabaret! However, the authorities threw a spanner in the works here too: a pier required for this was not approved.
Due to a lack of alternatives, the ship became an unofficial party ship until a fire broke out on board in 1981. The causes were never clarified."
Source: wenningstedt.de
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