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Let us dance rounds in circle...

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 3 16 /06 / June /2010 14:38

Well then already méa culpa, méa culpa maxima...

I a little many) forgot the round I do not even look for excuses, I not have no it.... I apologize thus quite to Françoise and I advance(move) of a step....

The subject of the week 4 last week thus was the wood....

All this become harder and harder it is without counting the small fairies of wood that enjoy putting on my road of the unusual little gifts.... Even more need to dig me the head to find ideas....

Here they are who(which) played to draw a funny head by the roadside towards the school....

Band(Strip) of funny goes....

And the nose it is what????

Go, me does not make you languish....

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A pine cone it is some wood not????

You see it the face??? A big smile for a grey day, a rainy day....

It is not beautiful that?????

Of the straight(right) branch, I hold the hand ofAnnyOf the left(awkward) branch, that of Cricket....

For the continuation(suite), I find you very very fast....

Needs that I update!



By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle...
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, June 1st, 2010 2 01 /06 / June /2010 00:03

And turn(shoot) turn(shoot) turn(shoot) Days...

And turn(shoot) turn(shoot) turn(shoot) Nights... (1-2-3!!!!)

Here we are weekly 3

And they are Flowers Which(Who) are for the honor....

And it is my childhood which surfaces it was long ago eh... We were great unfortunate, we had no TV nor of pc to take care, we missed even not you imagine...

We were obliged to go out, to play outside.... THE HORROR!!!

The summer we picked Poppies Cloqliclots....

And of flowers, they became beautiful ladies of court(yard) with big dress and ruffle...

A fast withered(branded) court(yard)...

That's right the boredom with them Cloqliclots... They are short-lived and make hay hardly picked...

The court(yard) resumed(took back) life last Sunday, in him(it) Garden of my relatives(parents)...

In the middle of The grass3 Beautiful ladies Appeared as if by magic...

As before, Red dress And ruffle....

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A very attractive procession....

But... Immediately appeared, immediately disappeared...

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The old dog which stinks came to visit them without realizing that it was very too big to settle down with them.... He can always say that it is not him we still see it ends of the dog I want to say!!!

Of the right(straight) petal, I hold the hand ofAnnyOf the left(awkward) petal, that of Cricket....

And turn(shoot) turn(shoot) turn(shoot) in daytime,

And turn(shoot) turn(shoot) turn(shoot) at nights (1-2-3!!!)

We shall return next week...



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A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, June 1st, 2010 2 01 /06 / June /2010 00:01

Remember you last week....

A very rare phenomenon...

A migration of PebblesA whole small family went away under him(it) Blue sky For a long trip....

That are they thus become????

Are they always there???

Or not.....

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Well, ben it looks like they left eh....

Although....

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It looks like there remains one and it looks like he(it) is any more unfit to travel....

Pôv ' tit ' animal....

1 on 5 that goes we saw worse during the migrations...

Needs to say that he(it) was old that there!!!!

He(It) made it migrations...

Well....

It was her last one!!!

Oh and then before I forget!!! It is definitive

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The transplant did not take(set)....

Even the jar quite returned it!


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A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010 2 25 /05 / May /2010 11:42

Week 2, that it passes t-il in the small world of Pebbles???

While going back up(raising) my street, I found an appearance of answer!

Taking advantage of Sun Which(Who) shows itself finally for a week, they go out of them Wintry hiding place And begin(affect) a big Spring migration...

It is the small caillassière family that I met, going out of the sewer which was of use to them as hanging shelter The cold season... Not without difficulty moreover, rests Of autumn Accumulated on the entrance(entry).

I approach without rumours(noises)...

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They do not seem frightened, I try a frontal approach...

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All the family is well and truly there, in single file...

I am afraid that they are disturbed, I thus warn the giants of the street that small defenseless beings migrate...

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Safe journey in .......

To the right, we go to AnnyTo the left, we go to Cricket...


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A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010 2 25 /05 / May /2010 11:36

Last week, I tried a transplant on my Avocado tree... As it is never known in case that walks(works)....

We have to admit that for the moment, the transplant did not take(set)!

The proof in image...

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Sheets(Leaves) Are still Green But they dangle pitifully in quoted(esteemed) of Faded sheets(leaves)...

In our round, I give the straight(right) sheet(leaf) to Françoise and the left(awkward) sheet(leaf) with Cricket

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle... - Community: the world of the mixed-media
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010 2 18 /05 / May /2010 21:12

Except thus, the theme is thrown(launched) and I would not be Me if I was not a little late!!!!

This week we play with

Sheets(Leaves)...

After many reflections, I decided to try to return the life to my lawyer(avocado) (not the unreliable, the shrub that we grew with Darling from one animal big nuclei(kernels) once having eaten the delicious fruit)

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I thus took a thread and a needle and I sewed sheets(leaves) (do not roar at once, I have hope that it redoes me of the truths sheets(leaves) to him, thus I have no abimé its branchouillettes!), sheets(leaves) collected in the street... How he(it) makes (finally!) beautiful, the small tree is on the terrace until the next autumn

Produce you next week to see if the transplant took(set)!!!

In our round, I give the straight(right) sheet(leaf) to Françoise and the left(awkward) sheet(leaf) with Cricket

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle... - Community: the world of the mixed-media
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010 2 18 /05 / May /2010 21:07

We leave for a round with Françoise...

We are going to dance the round in circle...

Here are z' instructions! Tontion, I copy glue...

" Go as betrothed, we leave for a new round: that of the short-lived!
We are often attached to create something who(which) lasts in the time(weather) but we can take as well some pleasure - as in cooking(in the kitchen) after all - to realize a short-lived creation

It will thus be a question for us, from the theme, of creating with natural materials - except our small family cocoon - that is outside of at home (by ex: the balcony, the street, the public garden, our garden, that of the neighbor if he(it) agrees, the meadows, the forests, the mountains, the seaside, etc.) something who(which) will last the time(weather) on which will decide on it the nature....
- The place will have to change every Tuesday (by ex if we choose our terrace, next Tuesday, it will be the public garden)

I shall also ask you, next Tuesday, to photograph your previous creation and to show us what the situation is happened one week later...

She(It) begins on Tuesday, May 18th and will last until Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 "
Voilàààààààààààààà
By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle... - Community: the world of the mixed-media
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, October 6th, 2009 2 06 /10 / Oct /2009 00:00

Last week, as the week before, our heroine(heroin), much to his/her shame channel-flicked the round, so breaking the circle completes which it trains(forms)..... I would return on the subjects in the rare moments when I manage to catch the computer.....

For this week the subject can only please me under all its forms because it is a question

ALMONDS(KERNELS)

Oh that I like(love) them almonds(kernels) in hulls(shells) décoquéïfiées, éffilées, powder, in almond paste I like.....
Already, they me rapellent the côteau at the bottom of which I lived above, everything was in the wild state, it was our playground there was a career(quarry) which sheltered our hut before becoming a lot, then behind the storehouse of gasoline(essence), a quite rocky rise(ascent) which we climbed when we were lazy to make the tour(ballot) to rise towards the kindling. As if it was easier..... When we arrived, we fell on the cemetery which we crossed a little by frightening but what we liked very much all the same and just in the entrèe, there was an almond tree we crossed(spent) from time to time to see when he(it) was there and when almonds(kernels) were wall up, we broke them on the spot with one pebbles to make of delicious ventrées.....

There is my grandmother also who one day offered me a basket of small vegetables in almond paste I believe that it was the first time which I ate; I do not really know any more in fact. You aves already seen these little gifts? We would really say small vegetables, at the beginning, we look at them and it is so attractive as we do not dare to touch it later, we enjoy one it, we nibble at him(it) of the end of teeth parceque when we shall be in the rear, it will be finished, there will not be any more then the 2nd and the 3rd and when we finished, we cry parcequ' we have no it any more " had you that in step any food ".... Ben let us see I if I like(love), I eat, I do not make just man that to look....

Today almonds(kernels), I can have it when I want, I just have to go to the corner store well, no. I go there not..... I do not eat it before autumn..... Parceque in autumn in the corner store, appears the stolen. How to describe the stolen without being nasty? Because if it is good, it is not very beautiful all the same..... Go, we are going to say that it is as half of buche covered with icing sugar. When we cut him(it), that emmiette and inside, there is full of raisins and mélés candied fruits in the dough. And in the middle, there is some marzipan of the almond paste which.... Then I eat all the tour(ballot), I mix crumbs and grapes with the icing sugar and when there is no more tour(tower,ballot), I eat the best.... The almond paste. It is quite sweetened, piping hot that alone bottom and that makes good-humored and cures the sorrows that last until Nawel, later, it is finished until the next year........ In other words that it is not the good period to begin(affect) a diet(regime) (argh, what a word afffreux!) ...... Parceque, in December, one week before Nawel exactly, I make small cakes of..... Nawel ...... and more specially Leckerlis ...... full of honey, sugar, crushed almonds(kernels) and dried fruits... It is long to make, I not really like cooking, but it is once a year.... And later, we have full of small delicious cakes for the tea.... She(it) is not beautiful the life....




Voiiiilà the stolen, the voucher, ya small mice which are crossed(spent) and which liked(loved).... I added attractive flaked almonds that tempts not????

And how I am great kind, I would soon put in you the recipe(takings) of small cakes of Nawel!!!!



I cross(spend) the hand in my right Zadflower and in my left Rowan { Zadflower}



By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle...
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 2 15 /09 / frog /2009 12:00

Last week, our heroine(heroin) got lost in her salted memories(souvenirs) while going back up(raising) the time(weather).... Arrrh!!! Nostalgia when you hold us!!!

Well, this week the subject lends itself less to my papillae because it is a question...

BROCCOLIS

How to speak about broccolis without feeling a wave of sickness everything at the bottom of me.... Broccolis are cabbages.... No cabbages of the kind(genre), " oh look at the small rabbit as it is cabbage " or " yummy, I would indeed eat a cream puff ".... No not not cabbages kind(genre) cauliflower, Brussels sprouts and the other cabbages (I am extrèmement racist to cabbages, I like red, white, green and frizzy cabbages but not others than celà is said and heard, me not the répèterais not).

Thus, broccolis been a part of the kind(genre) cauliflower, Brussels sprouts and the other cabbages not vouchers which stink very hardly when they cook and which in the plate give the envy(urge) to run away very far from its meal and to give up any foods....

Broccolis is a traitor when you see him(it) raw on the stall of the trader of seasons, you say yourselves " oh that it is cabbage this small cabbage a green so attractive and all these flowerets it is too much cabbage " you do not distrust, you are under the influence of broccolis and you put him(it) in your basket you fell in a terrible trap which never you can forget (especially in the daytime having ingested him(it) but any celà is another history(story)!)... At first the smell of the cooking well, yes, which, it is a cabbage once in the plate, the miles questionset reflections occur you " that is eatable this thing(trick)? ", " hold(like), it seems to me to have already crossed that in the field with the cows of the last ballad ", " you are on that that is eatable? ".... Your arm is as paralyzed person, your hand which managed to catch the fork(range) is clamped above your plate and a wave of sickness enpare of you..... Tears go(take) up you to eyes " I am really grateful(inescapable) to put that in my mouth???? " Yes? Well then you put a crumb of broccolis on your fork(range) and you try to carry(wear) her(it) in your mouth it is hard the arm made by the resistance, the mouth closed and do not want to open, you try to reason with it as Grandma made when you were small " think that it is of the strawberry " (sincere!), nothing makes for it..... Finally you close eyes, stop inhaling, force the mouth to open a minimum and to ingest the green thing(trick) in ....... And there, there is a bizarre thing(trick) you cannot swallow him(it) it is not good so that even your stomach, he does not want 2 solutions offers itself then to you ...... " Oh, I would have of to go to the toilet before sitting down to eat " and you you débarassez of the cumbersome in the passage or then you close quite your senses(directions), imagine that it is a beautiful big good perfumed strawberry and you him(it) made pass..... In your riques and dangers, because maintaining it is in the stomach that that takes place ...... and there, I would not venture farther ......


You always want it broccolis? Not me in .......

The photo is to come...


I cross(spend) the hand in my right Zadflower and in my left Rowan { Zadflower}


It is maybe better at them.....

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle...
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 2 08 /09 / frog /2009 14:00
Except thus, we find our heroine(heroin) who dances rounds in circle and who in the previous one had meanly left the boat before the end..... Yes, throw(cast) he pebbles, you are straight ahead ashamed on her.... She(it) will not begin again.....

As announced previously, the current round carries(wears) on

THE SALT

I like the salt too much it adorned(countered). Because it is not good for the tension, because that makes her(it) climb and everything and everything.... I, in any case, I am always 2 of the tension, thus, I can salt....

Ouch! I am typed hands because I write stupidities Ok, I would be serious....

Thus the salt flavor enhancer without him, food seems to me very flat, I never put it in dishes or although it is that I prepare (except the mayonnaise and the sauce of salad) to leave to each the pleasure to have its plate as he wishes it (to us, we have the extreme, those who salt too much, the others who salt really too much and still of the other whom salt in no way) voilàààààà, that it is for the cooking(kitchen).....

Then voui, for a long time, I crossed(spent) my holidays camargue in 1980, the beach(range) of Ste Maries de la Mer having been closed to the campers, we filtered in on his(her) neighbor, the beach(range) of Beauduc situated on the municipality of Giraud's Salt marshes ...... the Camargue, Salt marshes that speaks to you? I voui, it is all my end of adolescence, 2 and a half months of summer holidays to filch in the salt water of the gulf of Beauduc, with in approximately 500 m right of our small house, the pumps that fed with sea water the salterns of Salt marshes.... One of our big pleasure was then to go to bathe in channels(canals), a little farther than pump (well, yes, it was that or the sea needs to choose sometimes). In the persons whom we knew, some worked for Salt marshes. One of them has me a given day a big stone of salt. I kept(guarded) him(it) for a long time, years.... By rethinking(by thinking again) about it, I do not even know as she(it) became but she(it) was in quoted(esteemed) by my bed on a table and I liked enormously its shape and its pink color. This big stone of salt had formed on a post of swamps, as the water evaporated, crystals settled and gathered together to train(form) as big one jewels pink(rose). Can be was it to raise the colors of the swamps that changed according to their rate of salinity..... Imagine a glass of syrup of spearmint and a glass of syrup of strawberry (that also walks(works) with the grenadine, but I like(love) less), you add a little milk and that gives you a milk to the mint or to the strawberry, of an attractive green for the first one and the pink(rose) for the second..... It is, in my memory(souvenir), the color of swamps, something surprising and of beautiful that added in the beauty of the place. A little bit sticky smell, mixture of iodine, clay, swamp the smell of the camargue.... And then if instead of going towards Beauduc, we continued towards the other beach(range) (that for the tourists, I remember more the name!!!!) We walked past the mountain of salt..... I swear you that it is true an enormous mountain of sea salt, on which we could rise (there was a panorama) to see swamps any goshawk.... You imagine a mountain of salt? We we always wondered how much that could fill(perform) with salt cellars..... Sometimes we were going to see her(it), just like that, in case she(it) moved.... The salt, it is Beauduc finally for me I had not left there above but it is there that I landed there.... Beauduc with his(her,its) dike in the sea to arrive there. Good about ten km of holes and pebbles which left us the time(weather) to put itself of the beauty height the eyes of the water everywhere, the plants which grew with difficulty, fields with white horses and black toros, all in relative freedom, one was made of these movies with that!!!! Pink flamingos, and although we arrive in the evening, the sunset.... The most beautiful that I have never seen..... We arrived to the beach(range), everything had the taste of the salt, everything was soaked(filled) with salt we might take a shower in the evening, we always remained a little salted....

The salt, finally, that returns me to the fact that I consider as my most beautiful memories of childhood and teenager.... The holidays, the sun, the freedom ...... it is bizarre the life not?



The salt, it is Beauduc....




..... The holidays and the small house.....

And then if you are hungry, the salt to eat, it is my chicken in a pastry case from dough to salt.....








As we make a round, I give the hand to my right Zadflower and to my left Rowan { Zadflower}




By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: let us dance rounds in circle... - Community: the world of the mixed-media
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