A roe deer. Here called "chevreuil", and as he's an adult male, more precisely "brocard". He nicely paused for me and stared right at me whilst I shot. Then he left as there were a lot of people enjoying the forest for the first fine day after four days of rain and storm.



And here's a Siberian chipmunk, named here "écureuil de Sibérie" (or "de Corée"???). I was glad to catch sight of this sweet little fur ball; later less of reading he's a huge bearer of Lyme disease, transmitted by ticks... It seems borders of forest of Sénart are a special spot for this disease, thanks to the so-said fur ball!



Photos made with Olympus Camedia C760

The first rose to bloom in the garden (after the wild rose) and it has been planted last fall. It's said to have been cultivated for over a thousand years in China, and to be able to bloom all year long if the winter is mild. I can't check the fragrance right now, 1) it's a little fresh here for smells to reveal themselves, 2) the bush is less than 30 cm high yet and my articulations, well, won't allow me to go flat on my belly outside LOL
Read more about Old Blush China.

Won On The Pink Ball!!!!!

... and the hysteric smurf fell from the table, at last ROTFLMAO

YEEEEEPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Sophie, my "dame de compagnie", gives me rides with her car and we're walking around, in woods, forest, fields... Springtime too is back in the garden, though with a weird calendar due to the two frosts we suffered this winter. I have picked up my camera, and I'm back to 3D too...
You can see the pictures simply, watching only half of it, but if you know how to cross your eyes, focusing on the center of the pics, you'll see them in stereo.
For info, the Chemin des Meuniers (Millers' path) and the Chemin des Roses (Roses' path) in Villecresnes can be seen here in Google Map.

A mauve tulipe from my garden:


My new bench with the lilas in bloom:


The old Mandres railway station, closed since 1953, now a traditional and educational farm:


The Chemin des Roses:


The Chemin des Meuniers:


All that keeps reminding me of the beautiful hikes we used to do with my Paul, many years ago :o)

My beloved husband Paul died last night.

He had several falls at home in the last months and was taken to Villeneuve-Saint-Georges departement hospital for stitches each time. Last time the surgeon found he had a weak heart and had him transferred at Dupuytren hospital in Draveil, geriatrics service. First thing they put him to bed with bars which he couldn't stand, so he tried to get out of bed and had another fall, far more serious than the ones at home, his poor face was all black and blue. Then the service physician decided our family's doctor treatment was "unadapted"- it kept him alive and well enough for years -and decided to change it. The new treatment killed him in one week.

I visited him each day since he was transferred and stayed with him the whole afternoons. The day before (Monday) he looked a little better but yesterday he was totally absent and with some difficulties to breath. To my call they put him to bed (they insisted in keeping him bound in an armchair, while at home he was usually sleeping in his bed or coming to sit from his own will in his armchair). His blood pressure was dangerously low but still I had some hope, and was determined to ask them to send him back home in the coming days. Why didn't I ask that from the first day? Those damn hospital physicians are so sure of themselves and convincing. I know they save thousands of people, but old ones are just an annoyance, aren't they? All their exams just confirmed our family doctor's evaluation.

Paul was 95. He even couldn't watch at the Valentine's card I had made for him.

NB- thanks to LJ friends who sent me virtual gifts for Valentine's Day, I love all of you sweeties.

Sorry for not cartooning for so long, and I'm not any closer to do so, but at least I can write a little dialogue that came to my mind last night (another insomnia, sigh).
( Version française )
- Fox: Happy New Year everybody!!!!
- Ratty: [Opening a champagne bottle, POP] Yeaaaah! Happy New Year 2012!
- Fox: I wish you'll enjoy the incoming 356 days!!!
- Ratty: [Flabbergasted] What's that count?
- Fox: [Doctoral] Well 2012 is a leap year, you know.
- Ratty: Yes, so it's 366 days.
- Fox: [Dramatic] But the World will come to Its End on December 21st.
- Ratty: Stupid!
- Fox: [Furious] Unbeliever!
- Rattty: [Smirk] I can't wait to see your face on December 22nd's morning...
- Fox: [Pouting] And me yours.
- Ratty: [More smirk]...
- Fox: [Understanding] Oh shit.
- Ratty: Know what? We make a bet. If your Aztecs are wrong, you'll offer me on Christmas, huh, a whole Gruyere. PDO.
- Fox: [Determined] Okay! And if I'm right, you'll offer me my weight in sunflower seeds, ah!
- Ratty: [Even more smirking, if possible] Agreed...
- Fox [Thinking a little]... Damn'! You cheating bastard!

And I'm not *late*, I'm just mistaken, why did I think it was on 20th???
It's a little heavy, but hey, you're special to the pets and to me, right???

Lot of big smoochies and hugs!!!

PS- love your Sherlock icons! This series is excellent, I hope there will be more episodes...