CAMP: "A cornucopia of frivolity, incongruity, theatricality, and humour." "A deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love." "The lie that tells the truth." "Ostentatious, exaggerated, affected, theatrical; effeminate or homosexual; pertaining to or characteristic of homosexuals."
Thursday 21 June 2018
The weight of flowers
The springy twigs arch over walls and beds
Of lilac buddleia, and the long flower-heads
Run down the air like valleys. Not by force
But weight, the flowers of summer bend our course.
- E.J. Scovell
It's Midsummer's Day, the solstice, the longest day. Enjoy it!
Downhill all the way from here, dear reader....
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And it's the third day in a row of heavy rains from the remnants of a tropical depression in these parts. So, no sun for a while. But we appreciate the rain. This region has been in a drought for well over a decade (with less than usual rainfall for over a hundred years now). So, even when hurricanes come blowing things down, we are still thankful for the water...x
ReplyDeleteThough with all these puddles and ponds forming, it's going to be mosquito season for a few weeks til the water dries up. Must break out the bug spray.
Have a great summer! Don't forget your sunscreen!
P.S. Luv the Art Nouveau style poster...but why is that lady wrapped in a window curtain? I see a boob. Did the waves knock off her bathing suit? I hate it when that happens. Just double knot the strings to make them more secure and your bathing suit will stay on. I hope she's careful where she sits. Sand has a bothersome way of getting into all the cracks and folds of the body.
It's George Barbier's "At The Lido" - Art Deco, not Nouveau! But you are forgiven, being as you are in the middle of a maelstrom of wind, rain and mosquitoes. What you need is some FROGS... Jx
Deleteand then the days start getting shorter starting tomorrow. shit. :(
ReplyDeleteShit, indeed. Jx
DeleteGather ye rosebuds while ye may,
ReplyDeleteOld Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
"The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
DeleteThe higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting."
Well that cheered me up. Jx
Comme une scene de la saison de Deauville que mes grands-parents appreciaient dans les annees 1920 et 1930. Ma grand-mere avait un beau jeune frere qui flirtait et batifolait avec d'autres hommes sur la plage et au casino de Deauville. C'etait un Adonis blond. Malheureusement, il ete tue par les nazis en 1944. *d'Anjou
ReplyDeleteDecadent days... Jx
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