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Le Crêt de Montriond ( Lausanne)

Alguns passeios pelos parques e jardins suiços...

...Lausanne... Place de Milan, Crêt de Montrion, e Jardim Botânico

Praça de Milão...

...Monte de Montriond...

Vista sobre o Lago Léman

Hortas comunitárias ao longo da encosta

...Jardim botânico de Lausanne ou o Jardim de Montriond

O jardim botânico de hoje é apenas uma parte do projecto do arquitecto Alphonse Laverrière e (1872-1954). Inicialmente, a superfície reservada estendia-se para la do domínio actual, em direcção Norte. Tal como teria presentado as três exposições importantes, úteis para os jardineiros.

O plano do futuro jardim compreende jardins de rochas e um pequeno lago denominado como "Rocha com saliências e cascada de água". Se o desenho é fácil, a realização é mais complicada.

A rocha observada por todo o jardim é Calcário trazida do Jura (Suiça), e foi manuseada pelo paisagista Charles Lardet (1891-1955) e o especialista em jardim de rochas Alfred Jordan, de forma a conseguir uma imagem "natural" ao jardim.

Exposição 'Diaspora' (Dispersão de sementes)

http://www.musees.vd.ch/fr/musee-et-jardins-botaniques/

Saras nos loendros...

Ora bem, num belo fim de tarde porque não juntar duas beldades femininas com a beleza da natureza? (brincadeirinha...)

Mas pronto.. um fim de tarde bem passado na companhia dos loendros (Rhododendron ponticum spp baeticum)

"COMBARINHOS, CARAMULO, 24 DE ABRIL DE 1983 - Nova visita à reserva de rododendros que se esconde nestes confins do mundo. A natureza às vezes gosta de se enfeitar assim secreta e caprichosamente, numa garridice gratuita, sem testemunhas, já que os aborígenes nem reparam na louçania. E têm de ser os olhos indiscretos dos poetas a vir de longe surpreender a maravilha e a dar notícia dela, pois só eles são capazes de admirar e compreender o absurdo de milhares de delicadas corolas abertas na aspereza de um meio onde a sua graça diz mas não condiz".

Miguel Torga in Diário nº. XIV

que bonitas que somos:D

PS: não percam os próximos 15 dias porque nos também não.. estão todos a rebentar a flor (não cheguem perto.. pode explodir :P)

http://geocities.com/jfcampia/index2.html

http://augustomota.multiply.com/photos/album/214/214

ate ja!
Sara e Sarlnh

Arvores...

QUERCUS - CARVALHO - OAK - CHÊNE - EICHEN

Throughout the ancient world, trees were considered sacred. They were animate beings with souls or spirits much like our own."

"Joseph comes to believe that a magnificent oak tree that hangs over his new house embodies his father's spirit... "

"To a God Unknown" John Steinbeck

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone it stood and the moss hung down from its branches,Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,(For I believe lately I think of little else than them,)Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend or lover near,I know very well I could not.

Walt Whitman-"I saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing"

As when, upon a tranced summer-night,

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,

Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,Save from one gradual solitary gustWhich comes upon the silence, and dies off,As if the ebbing air had but one wave;

John Keats-from "Hyperion"

A giant oak stands tall against the sky,

A majesty of strength with leaves that clingAnd rustle in the breeze.

A watchful eyeMay spot a nest where noisy bluejays sing.

This tree has lived a thousand years or more

And gently touched with shade each thoughtful face.

Its branches, gnarled with age, uplifted---soar;

On earth, the shadows form a scarf of lace.

Perhaps, a tempest marred this modest oak

By carving furrows deep within its thigh.

How often did this giant laugh and joke?

Did sufferings bring forth a trembling sigh?

Proud landmark on the hill, for man you hold

A multitude of secrets left untold.

Edith Karelis-"The Old Oak"

to a spot

Where sun and shade were intermixed; for there

A broad Oak, stretching forth its leafy arms

From an adjoining pasture, overhung

Small space of that green churchyard with a light

And pleasant awning. On the moss-grown wall

My ancient friend and I together took

Our seats;

William Wordsworth-from The Excursion: "The Pastor

sites:

http://www.greatbuildings.com/buildings/Oak_Alley.html

http://www.oakalleyplantation.com/

http://www.williamguion.com/Artist.asp?ArtistID=21500&Akey=6N346QXE

http://www.angeloaktree.org/history.htm

http://www.angeloaktree.org/

http://www.efloras.org/florataxon.aspx?flora_id=1&taxon_id=127839

http://oaks.of.the.world.free.fr/

http://www.greatoaks.eu/glang/index.php

http://www.naturlink.pt/canais/Artigo.asp?iArtigo=1895&iLingua=1

Yet in the end, defeated too, worn out and read to fall,Hangs from the drowsy tree with cramped and desperate stemabove the ditch the last leaf of all.There is something to be learned, I guess, fromlooking at the dead leaves under the living tree;Something to be set to a lusty tune and learnedand sung, it well might be;Something to be learned---though I was evera ten-o'clock scholar at this school---Even perhaps by me.But my heart goes out to the oak-leavesthat are the last to sigh"Enough," and lose their hold;They have boasted to the nudging frostand to the two-and-thirty windsthat they would never die,Never even grow old.(These are those russet leaves that cling all winter,even into the spring,To the dormant bough,in the wood knee-deep in the snowthe only coloured thing.

Edna St. Vincent Millay-"The Oak Leaves