{"id":1464,"date":"2011-04-30T06:53:57","date_gmt":"2011-04-30T04:53:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1464"},"modified":"2011-05-17T07:23:16","modified_gmt":"2011-05-17T05:23:16","slug":"a-la-frange-lumiere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1464","title":{"rendered":"A la frange lumi\u00e8re"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Du jardin de ma belle-m\u00e8re, j&rsquo;ai ramen\u00e9 quelques souvenirs&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Le ciel des Hautes Alpes resplendissait. Oubli\u00e9e la fra\u00eecheur matinale.\u00a0 L&rsquo;ombre se veloutait, s&rsquo;ourlait d&rsquo;ambre dor\u00e9e&#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/tilleul.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1465\" title=\"tilleul\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/tilleul-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/tilleul-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/tilleul-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A l&rsquo;abri du tilleul je regardais cet univers o\u00f9 la vie s&rsquo;activait, indiff\u00e9rente \u00e0 l&rsquo;intruse.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Merles, m\u00e9sanges, rapaces, hirondelles , un geai malicieux,semblaient se r\u00e9pondre au flanc de la montagne&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Je respirais cet air qui semblait si pur , si loin de la pollution des hommes ( oui, je sais , tr\u00e8s utopique \ud83d\ude41 ) . Tout bruissait, chantait, bourdonnait&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/bombyle.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1466\" title=\"bombyle\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/bombyle-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/bombyle-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/bombyle-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Une petite bestiole adorable se gorgeait de nectar silencieusement. On aurait dit\u00a0 un petit nounours, tout doux, imitant le vol stationnaire du colibri. Il s&rsquo;agissait d&rsquo;une mouche: le bombyle. J&rsquo;en remarquai deux autres , plus grosses. Difficiles \u00e0 saisir. Elle n&rsquo;avait pas l&rsquo;air tr\u00e8s exigeante, butinant d&rsquo;une aubriette \u00e0 une \u00e9pervi\u00e8re piloselle du plus beau jaune d&rsquo;or.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Les fleurs\u00a0 se d\u00e9froissaient, s&rsquo;offraient \u00e0 la lumi\u00e8re, aux petits visiteurs si n\u00e9cessaires \u00e0 leur survie&#8230;. <a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/aubepine.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1467\" title=\"aubepine\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/aubepine-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/cognacier.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-1468\" title=\"cognacier\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/cognacier-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">L&rsquo;aub\u00e9pine , timide , si virginale avec ses \u00e9tamines ros\u00e9es;\u00a0 le cognassier , imposant , promettant une jolie r\u00e9colte \u00e0 venir cet automne&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/orchis-purpurea.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1469\" title=\"orchis purpurea\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/orchis-purpurea-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/orchis-purpurea-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/orchis-purpurea-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/orchis-purpurea.jpg 1785w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a> Parmi la rudesse grise d&rsquo;une marne s&rsquo; effritant ann\u00e9e apr\u00e8s ann\u00e9e, quelle surprise de d\u00e9couvrir une&#8230; orchid\u00e9e somptueuse:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Orchis purpurea.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Face \u00e0 elle, au bord de la petite pelouse, un lilas \u00e9tincelait sous la lumi\u00e8re. <a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/cetoine-dore2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-1471\" title=\"cetoine dore\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/cetoine-dore2-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Lumi\u00e8re que semblait fuir ce c\u00e9toine dor\u00e9.\u00a0 Sa couleur virant presque au bleu sous la violence du jour. Quel bonheur que de l&rsquo;admirer si tranquille, occup\u00e9 \u00e0 quelques taches myst\u00e9rieuses ou tout simplement \u00e0 un repas que je respectais. Un iris\u00a0 me faisait un clin d&rsquo;\u0153il. Et moi! Et moi! Ne suis-je pas le plus beau?<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/gorge-iris-violet1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1473\" title=\"gorge iris violet\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/gorge-iris-violet1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/gorge-iris-violet1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/gorge-iris-violet1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/gorge-iris-violet1.jpg 1785w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Du jardin de ma belle-m\u00e8re, j&rsquo;ai ramen\u00e9 quelques souvenirs&#8230; Le ciel des Hautes Alpes resplendissait. Oubli\u00e9e la fra\u00eecheur matinale.\u00a0 L&rsquo;ombre se veloutait, s&rsquo;ourlait d&rsquo;ambre dor\u00e9e&#8230; A l&rsquo;abri du tilleul je regardais cet univers o\u00f9 la vie s&rsquo;activait, indiff\u00e9rente \u00e0 l&rsquo;intruse. Merles, m\u00e9sanges, rapaces, hirondelles , un geai malicieux,semblaient se r\u00e9pondre au flanc de la montagne&#8230; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-jardin-fleur"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1464","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1464"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1464\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1572,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1464\/revisions\/1572"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}