Jardin
Bon journo mon cherest ami and it is indeed tres bon. Oui, oh before Moi goes off at une tangent, tou est looking tres bright eyed and bushy rear membered this matin. Oh, well Moi is smiling like tomorrow is never coming and so non grumbles at all. Now, it is tres early and Moi has been up with the larks so to speak. La luna has been smiling down on Moi being lit as she is by some strange fluke of nature. Maybe reflection. The sky is filled again like the artists canvas with thousands of grey, blanc, noir, pink and purple fluffies and is tres bella
As it is dry Moi thought it a bon temp to hang the towels out in case the jour deteriorates and have been transfixed almost like the towels to the line. Oui indeed, there were rustlings from the pomme tree and the leaves kept flicking up and down and then they parted to reveal the tiniest wren ever seen. It kept darting in and around, up and down the branches just like the tiny tree creeper. Non, strangely there were non noisy akk akks emited from the pomme tree, all that was heard was the flicking of the leaves as they flicked up and then dropped back into place. However from the mort larch there was muchas ack acking and then Moi saw why. Une enfant wren appeared at the end of the pomme tree branch. It tilted its petite head to one side, looked at Moi standing looking entranced at him and then he wagged his petite tail, turned around and darted back down the branch going in and out of the leaves as he went. All this temp his Ma Ma was remonstrating with the enfant for its foolhardiness.
It was truly une unforgettable moment to see the wren so clearly being as he was only five feet away from Moi. What more could Moi ask to start the jour, well la enfant Robin Rougebreast wakened Moi this early matin from the Astral Plane almost like he was telling Moi to get up and experience the bella vistas from without. Oh, mon cherest ami, Moi will non forget this wonderful occurrence pour a long temp. So next temp Moi is having une grande grot just remind Moi how lucky Moi is. Merci mon cherest ami and now it is temp to fire up the coffee machine and really toast the jour. Adieu pour now and have una bella jour filled with amour, light and birdsongs. Take care and God bless tou always.
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Clouds.
Moi hopes tou est in fine fettle mon cher ami as yet another jour dawns bright and still with the wondrous wakeup call from the Astral Plane emitted by the cher enfant Robin Rougebreast, whose chanting has come on in leaps and hops. Oui, mon cher ami, indeed it was so enchanting that Moi was forced to clamber out of the hammock just to watch him at five am. As there was non that muchas light but clear sky this started Moi off with une mass fettling session but first there were the towels to go out for a dangle. Well there is non muchas wind aujour so they are in for une tres limp temp out there. Also, if the solrise was anything to take meaning from then it is non going to be bon pour long
Then Moi met the enchanting petite enfant wren who was most amazed when he came face to face avec Moi whilst doing the aforementioned hang dangling. It was hard to say who was the most surprised, to me it was pleasant so Heaven only knows what the petite and perky wren thought. However, he did non fly off but just darted back around the branch through the leaves with une grande rustling sound. His cher Ma Ma was tres perturbed as she watched from up high but she also stayed there making the grande racket
Ah, and to cap it all there was the bella waning Luna making une valiant effort to stay visible whist the sol tried to break through the multi hued cloudscape. Some things are non repeatable and unforgettable so Moi then came back into the cave avec une spring in mon step and began to fettle. When Husbandito surfaced Moi was on mon conquered knees, non praying but cleaning the floor with elbow grease and une oily rag. Oui, normally it is the wet rat on une pole but somehow that does non do une bon job of it.
Did tou know that the art of kneeling is une bon thing pour chanting especially when one is under the table with head down cleaning the floor? Oui, indeed the acoustics were wonderful and even Moi sounded as bella as the Robin Rougebreast, in mon opinion that is. The best part was that there were non grumbles and Tuts from Husbandito Numero Uno at mon chanting. Oh as there are some more bits requiring attention, namely mon stomach pas que it is grumbling more than Moi does. So it is temp to ales vous ent and get some bella novel cereal which is tres tasty. It is multigrained avec, spelt, which is spelled Spelt just to clarify. Also it has Kamut, quinoa oh and there is something else obscure so excuse Moi whilst Moi looks. Millet, that is it and trust Moi to have put the cardboard box outside. As Moi can now espy the odour of rain avec mon nasal passages Moi had better check the washing too. Tut Pah but at least they have been out for five hours. So adieu pour now mon cher ami, take bon care and have a wonderful jour filled with all that tou deserve and wish pour. God bless
Terrestrial Moi.
Belated bon journo mon cher ami and Moi hopes the jour has been progressing as bella as it has done here. Oui indeed, this has been the most wonderful summers jour we have had in months and it looks so strange out sur la jardin. Porquoi, well pas que the thicket as tou know is full of different shrubs and there are non in accordance with nature at present. Non, the forsythia is springing verdant greenery as well as having the old foliage but on top of that it is in flower. Silly Billy. Then there is the bottlebrush bush which is autumnal avec all its tiny bracts looking like oval green and hairy raspberries. The plumb is looking tres down and out with its leaves starting to go a vivid yellow but in the form of lace. They are almost turning into skeletons on the tree and looking tres papery. Oh, the poor lilac is well into autumn and non even bothering to look green and of course there is the mort larch. So, we have Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter all in une corner.
Ah the joy of watching the bouncy Robin Rouge Breast and then discovering that the cher wren must have nested sur la thicket pas que Moi espied une enfant this matin. Oh, he is tres bella and totally fearless so Moi had a long and bon look at him before he shook his tail feathers at Moi and darted back in circles around the tree branch.
Then Moi watched enthralled at Sydney doing une hang gliding mimic of the towel which and tres limp and lethargic sur la line in the boiling sol. Oui it is tres roasting out there and Moi is non grumbling so it was well worth the effort getting plastered in sultan lotion. Well it is such a bind on une grey jour but having discovered some tres dodgy moles Moi thought it only right to really look after mon hide. Moi has non idea how the sol affects the cher wildlife but has non found une empty sol tan lotion bottle sur la jardin yet. Sorry, Moi is being tres banal but maybe it does affect them. Certainly Sydney was rolling with the flow, going up and down like une bungee jumper then hovering in mid air just like une fly then he reeled back and forth almost like he was knitting une huge cats cradle. Well, it does non take muchas to enthrall Moi, mon cher ami.
Our cher neighbour came around and we quaffed une glass of vino tinto whilst Husbandito Numero Uno loaded the telephone numbers onto his upwardly mobile phone pour him. They have non invented the phone pour those with visual deficits and our cher neighbour has difficulties non only with the instruction print but with le petite buttons. However, he is amazing and is tres bon on the Infonet surfing all over the world and sending emails all with the help of special programmes for large print. He has une mega keyboard and Moi found it tres difficult to key in on it so copied data onto disk and did the necessary here. Moi showed him mon copy of the biblioteque and he remembered when Moi first showed the first story to his cher wife. She told Moi to tame it pas que it was rather une grande dig at things in vive and she felt it would offend so Moi altered it accordingly. It is just a shame that she will non see it God rest her soul and Moi misses her gentle guidance and indeed her presence, une of the last real genteel women of our temps.
Oh, Moi has had une Cyber visitor, Danica, And what une tres bella young woman she is too. Non doubt tou will get to know her too in due course mon cher ami. Anyway, we said, Hello, and then chatted une petite moment then as is the way we parted amigos and Moi had to dash to get the towels in. Now it has gone tres chilly so it is Adieu Summer again and it is temp pour Moi to say, Adieu to tou as well mon cher ami as Moi must get into gear pour the fight with tea preparation. Enjoy what is left of votre jour mon cher ami and take bon care. God bless tou always.
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Now, I know it is a load of rubbish and all on the same theme but that is hard work. It is lucky I have loads of aunts who I write letters to at Christmas, each one different to suit the age of the person. So that is how it is at present except today the squirrel came in the garden and started burying the badgers nuts which were not eaten last night. He was having a whale of a time patting down the soil onto the nuts and at the same time he was being chased by the birds. What a carry on for a bit of carry out.
There is more but I have done enough scribing today as there is the Jardin entry done. The other two may or may not get done and that depends on the state of the purple fugue tonight after we get back from the weekly quiz. At least it is Friday, so thank you God for that. Huh, house work, never done no matter what day of the week. Tut, Pah.
