A trip to an olive oil factory…
Take Olea europaea, add water, sunshine and a lot of hard work harvesting, then make a trip to the olive oil factory, stand back, and let the machinery take over…
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A trip to an olive oil factory…
Take Olea europaea, add water, sunshine and a lot of hard work harvesting, then make a trip to the olive oil factory, stand back, and let the machinery take over…
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A contour map of Autumn. (Thank you)
Beautiful, beautiful shots of my favorite small corner of the planet, and taken at a time of year when I have not yet visited. Thank you for bringing the glory of the Slovenian fall to my desert abode!
What better time of year than the date season to pay a visit to an arabian garden?
First comes water, the giver of life:
And next comes Phoenix dactylifera – the date palm…
… from which a bounteous harvest
…and artistic palettes
But man cannot live by dates alone…
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and to re-sharpen the taste buds…
… and something for a refreshing cup of tea!
Closer to heaven in a garden.
As I am waiting patiently at Istanbul Ataturk airport for my one hour onward connection to my favourite country on the planet, I thought I would re-share this little piece written two years ago, before my last visit. Close to heaven!
When George Dubya famously confused Slovenia and Slovakia there were probably some wry smiles among the liberal cognoscenti, but who can really blame the man for failing to distinguish two small countries, neither of which existed in his schooldays?
My knowledge of Slovakia is limited to a one day bus-trip from Vienna across the Donau/ Danube to Bratislava. I’m sure it’s a wonderful country, but I’ll leave others to extol its virtues.
Slovenia, on the other hand, is a place I’ve come to love since first encountering it – almost by accident en route from Croatia – nine years ago. And as it only celebrated its twenty first birthday this year I feel privileged to have known it for so long.
Slovenia’s most photographed tree
So, after nine years of this continuing love affair, which I’ll be re-kindling just one one week from today, here are nine woody snippets to…
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WIth thanks to Rosemary. Blogger, stranger, kindred spirit.
National Poetry Month. 25
Learning Trees
by Howard Nemerov
Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn
The language of the trees. That’s done indoors,
Out of a book, which now you think of it
Is one of the transformations of a tree.
The words themselves are a delight to learn,
You might be in a foreign land of terms
Like samara, capsule, drupe, legume and pome,
Where bark is papery, plated, warty or smooth.
But best of all are the words that shape the leaves —
Orbicular, cordate, cleft and reniform —
And their venation — palmate, and parallel —
And tips — acute, truncate, auriculate.
Sufficiently provided, you may now
Go forth to the forests and shady streets
To see how the chaos of experience
Answers to catalogue and category.
Confusedly. The leaves of a single tree
May differ among themselves more than…
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Wood in the service of mankind #12 – Keeping the home fires burning, Slovenian style
Stay warm, beloved Slovenia!
The glory of an english woodland. I feel a visit coming on. (Thank you, Ross).
It might seem like on odd to thing to say of any woodland, but on visiting Staverton Park in Suffolk for the first time I was left with the impression of never before having visited somewhere quite so defined by its trees. This is clearly a case of stating the blindingly obvious, so perhaps I should explain further.
I am a naturalist often with an eye for the small detail within. Trees are remarkable plants, but it will often be within the context of them as the basis of the rich and remarkable woodland ecosystem that I find wonder. At Staverton however, it was all about the trees. On one hand there is the park proper, a landscape of centuries old oak pollards with a wood-pasture feel and sheets of Bluebell. The area may have been the site of a deer park in the Middle Ages and a fenced encloses…
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