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After a bumper year for my grapes last year. I was hoping for the same this year?
But alas, it wasn't to be?
It hasn't been a great summer, and this year's yield is very poor.
The vine leaves themselves though are looking big and lovely!
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This series has an interesting story! Last year Jan. in the afternoon Dad was outside, doing some work, it was too hot, so I asked him to come inside n take rest. He refused and contd. so thought of preparing some juice for him, I heard some unusual chaos of birds, about 25-30 birds of diff. sps were flying frantically. When saw, I thought this chick was entangled in vines, so thought of helping it with a stick. It was about 12-15 ft up, so climbed a ladder, but then I realized it was caught by vine snake :( This snake is very slender, its girth is as that of my finger, it caught this poor Bulbul, but swallowing was not easy. This bird tried to escape, but died soon, the snake struggled long time to gulp it down and when realized it could be fatal, spat at me and vanished :(
This little guy was found in the barn up in the rafters. Now rescued, I think my niece will take it in.
“I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.”
Albert Camus
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GOING HOME – SOPHIE ZELMANI
I AM
I am born free
in a field with wild flowers in my hair
the sounds of nature first to touch my ears
the softness and warmth of the earth beneath me
first sight the bluest sky filled my eyes
and coloured them for all my life
the sun shone bright and hot that day
bathed my hair and always stayed
corn-coloured tresses and cornflower blue eyes
wild and messy with no earthly ties
my Dad delivered me you see
the only ones there were my Mum and me
small bunnies in the fields
small birds on the wing
the joy of my life
to them was everything
later I would run barefoot and free
laughing pure and clear
climbing all the trees
but then their lives both ended suddenly
and it seemed that time stood still
and everything went dark for me
and darker still when I fell ill
it's hard to understand the complexities of life
for some it's a walk in the park
for others endless grief and strife
with no flickering flame to light the dark
but all I can say about the mysteries that surround me
is that even through the darkest; wildest storms
it's still possible to find the light
it's still possible to break free
the heavy shroud I wore
too big for my young shoulders
slipped and fell and with it tore
the melancholy mantel
some days are still seeped in sad memories
but mostly I'm ok
I hope you'll better understand me
and why I disappear and hide some days
I need that time of quiet reflection
I need to reconnect
with nature and all it's miracles
that calm my mind and balm my soul
the healing nature of it's powers
that brings me back so bright and bold.
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First day as Nurse Poppy is that my patient tries my patience, ha ha!! ; 0)) Otherwise all is well : 0)
We are both sat here revising our lists! Please do not be alarmed! It is a work in progress!! It gives us a shared interest and the only way I could keep him still for more than 5 minutes!! ; 0))
A little over a week ago I guess it was I was dorking around on Facebook and looked for Louis C.K. for some reason. I think he's Hilarious! (hee) for one so maybe that's why. But anyway, I found out he was going to be doing a show at the University of Richmond.
I promptly decided I wanted to go.
Then I did my initial Andrea self defeating thing of telling myself that no, I'm not gonna go. Who would I go with and blah blah blee such a downer sometimes sheesh.
I very quickly slapped myself around for that nonsense and did something that is way, way out of the norm for me and my shy nature....
I asked Mike B and Dave to go with me. And they said yes!
So, we made a plan and we carried forth with it. We met up at Capital Alehouse, where I had a delish raspberry beer. Yum! Then we went to the Louis C.K. show, which was Hilarious! He's a Genius! (hee) Then we went around and molested statues. It was fun.
I had a lot of fun guys. Thanks for meeting up with me and being up for some good dorky fun. I enjoyed it!
I'm struggling with arthritis in my ankles and feet at present, as well as being in the throes of buying and selling houses, so haven't been out with the camera since mid August.
I was a bit surprised to find a buddliea deep in the quarry by the pond, but it was certainly attracting a good number of butterflies and other insects, including 6-7 Peacocks, of which this was one. Lovely to see in such a poor year.
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Photographed during a Saturday morning trip to Chinook Pass, located at Yakima County/Pierce County border, Washington State. One of the few clear days that brought crowds to this area. Parking lots were overflowing by mid-morning. Nice the wildfire smoke was not fouling the air and obscuring the mountains. Nice fall colors and moisture on the ground from recent rain. We need more rain to extinguish the Schneider Spring fire. Down in the Yakima valley the smoke made the air quality very poor until a few days ago.
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Abandoned monastery originally dating back to the early 1600's. The monastery closed in the 1800's and was later converted into the chapel of a psychiatric hospital built around the property. Fully abandoned a long with the hospital for a few decades, the roof is collapsing into the sanctuary as the local town struggles to figure out a plan for restoration.
Can you see him there, in the middle? Its a dog... :¬)
This is a very poor community (or Favela, in Portuguese) called Santa Marta, on the mount Dona Marta. For many years it was devastated by the violence caused by the organized crime, specially because of the drug traffic. I could never imagine myself entering there, but, since November 2008, its permanently occupied by the police and, since this date, the inhabitants are free of the violence. Them, I could walk all the place without problem (well, almost...), but, in general, was everything very well, even I'm being with a bit of fear...
In LARGE you will certainly find him.
Botafogo's District, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Have a nice day... :¬)
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"Poor unfortunate Soul" - Ursula, The Little Mermaid
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I hate it that so many people let their dogs run unleashed wherever you go in Germany. We'd been watching this little squirrel fellow get more and more trusting with people over the months - until a dog got hold of it.
And I don't even want to imagine what happens in the forests when deer mothers leave their babies hidden in high grass and unleashed dogs stumble upon them.
Talking about Cuba...
It maybe poorer for lack of free trade, but their spirits are high - they still see victory ahead...
a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more;
it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Calligraphie d'hiver
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