sobota, 16 maja 2015

What Is the Universal Balsam for All Our Ails? It Is Life Itself. "Everything Is Working Out for My Highest Good"


piątek, 15 maja 2015

Wtem / Suddenly (Phoenicurus ochruros)


czwartek, 14 maja 2015

Sex of the Green Beetles




niedziela, 3 maja 2015

Bellaombra de la Plaça de la Reina, Palma de Mallorca: Interestingly, Its Stalk Lacking Lignin, the Phytolacca Dioica, Even Though It Can Grow to Huge Dimensions, Is Not a Tree but an Evergreen Shrub!





This Olive Tree at Plaça de Cort, Palma de Mallorca, Is Estimated to Be 800 Years Old. It Was Replanted (!) Here in 1999




"If, wandering around Palma, you've found yourself in the small, quaint square by the town hall, the Plaza de Cort, you can't failed to have noticed the giant old olive tree which dominates one corner of it. Judging by its gnarled old trunk, some 7 metres in diameter and its height of over 6 metres, you'd think it had been there forever – but it hasn't!

The tree lived in a finca, Pedruixella Petit, in the Pollensa area of the Sierra Tramuntana for five or six hundred years before it was dug up and transplanted in Palma in 1999, when it weighed 3.4 tonnes. It was chosen to be a symbol of peace and attachment to the island because of its age and that fact that Mallorca is typified by its thousands of Olive trees which grow island wide.

Despite being transplanted the tree (Olea europaea var.  Europaea) still produces fruit every year and is nearly always surrounded by tourists taking snapshots. It's now known as the Cort Olive – Cort is the Catalan word for Court, as the city court or council, sat in square in olden times – and is protected by law!"

Porto Cristo, Mallorca: The best things in life begin when you meet the guy Omar. He's from Morocco and he's the kind of guy who can't stop laughing all day, if you know what I mean. Well, we couldn't stop laughing for a long time after we'd met him, so much so that we missed the last bus by two hours and had to take a taxi, which cost us you can guess what since it was night tariff and we were at the far end of the island from "home". Still, on our way, in Manacor‬, we stopped and got what we agreed was the best pizza ever - thin, crisp, with lots of Mallorcan chorizo, oregano and olive oil, and a bottle of cold white wine to wash it down with. Plus the cabbie played nothing but the Rolling Stones throughout the drive. Can't ask for more really