Lovely black orchids

Lovely black orchids

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Have a great Friday!

Have a great Friday!
Black calla lilies are head-turning flowers. Mysterious and elegant, they are a real fantasy. Although not true black in color, the maroon and deep purple shades are very similar to the pure black. Black calla lilies are rarer than the traditional white calla lilies and maybe this is why they are so searched for by gardeners and so appreciated by flower lovers.
Black calla lilies are a symbol of mystery and elegance. Silky smooth flowers, black calla lilies are known to be anonymous flowers. Black calla lilies stand for negativity and they are constantly associated with goodbyes, whether they are goodbyes for the departed or for the girlfriend you want to break up with.

Also, black calla lilies are associated with decadence and lustiness, due to both their color and shape.

Black rose

Black rose

Halfeti, Turkey

Turkish Halfeti Roses are incredibly rare. They are shaped just like regular roses, but their color sets them apart. These roses so black, you’d think someone spray-painted them. But that’s actually their natural color.

These stunning black roses would make excellent props in a movie about witches and black magic, or in a heavy-metal video. There’s something extremely attractive about them, in an intense sort of way.

Although they appear perfectly black, they’re actually a very deep crimson color. These flowers are seasonal – they only grow during the summer in small number, and only in the tiny Turkish village of Halfeti. Thanks to the unique soil conditions of the region, and the pH levels of the groundwater (that seeps in from the river Euphrates), the roses take on a devilish hue. They bloom dark red during the spring and fade to black during the summer months.

sa mai si radem :))

 Doua calugarite au iesit de la manastire ca sa vanda prajituri.
Una era sora Matematica (M), si cealalta sora Logica (L).
M : Se apropie noaptea si suntem inca departe de manastire.
L: Sora, ti-ai dat seama ca ne urmareste un barbat de peste o jumatate de ora?
M : Da, ce o vrea de la noi?
L: Este logic. Vrea sa ne violeze.
M: Oh Doamne! Calculez ca daca continuam sa mergem in acest ritm, ne
Va ajunge in 15 minute. Ce putem face?
L: Unicul lucru logic pe care il putem face este sa mergem mai repede !
M : Nu cred sa functioneze asta !!!
L: Bineinteles ca nu, pentru ca si el a facut ultimul lucru logic pe care-l putea face, a inceput si el sa mearga mai repede !!!
M : Si acum, ce vom face? O sa ne ajunga intr-un minut.
L : Unicul lucru logic pe care il putem face este sa ne separam,
d-voastra o luati pe acolo si eu pe aici; nu va putea sa ne urmareasca pe amandoua!
Atunci, barbatul s-a decis s-o urmareasca pe sora Logica. Sora Matematica a ajuns la manastire preocupata de ceea ce i s-o fi intamplat sorei Logica, dar dupa un timp a sosit si sora Logica.
M : Sora Logica!!. Multumesc lui D-zeu ca ati ajuns cu bine. Povestiti-mi ce s-a intamplat?.
L : S-a intamplat ceea ce era logic. Barbatul nu putea sa ne urmareasca
Pe amandoua, asa ca a optat pentru mine.
M : Si, ce s-a intamplat dupa aceea?
L : Ceea ce era logic. Am inceput sa fug cat mai repede, si el dupa
mine, la fel.
M : Si?
L : Din nou ceea ce era logic. M-a ajuns.
M : Dumnezeule, si d-voastra ce ati facut?
L: Am facut ceea ce era logic, mi-am ridicat fusta.
M : Dumnezeule, si omul ce a facut?
L : Si el a facut ceea ce era logic, si-a dat jos pantalonii
M : Oh, nu!. Ce s-a intamplat dupa aceea?
L : Pai nu este logic sora? O calugarita cu fusta ridicata fuge mult mai repede decat un barbat cu pantalonii in vine !
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Une symphonie dans mon jardin

Le printemps est revenu
De ceux pays éloignes,
Et comme se sentait fatigue,
On est descendu dans mon jardin.

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Et tout soudain, toute la nature
A commencé fêter la vie
Et tous les oiseaux sans souci
Ont commence bâtir leurs nids.

Moi, je regardais tout ce tableau
Assez perdu et étourdi,
Et des matin, jusqu’à midi
Tout mon jardin changea son manteau.

Et tout l’air frissonnait,
Pendent que le vent le rempliait
Avec un parfume plein de fraîcheur,
Des toutes les fleurs en variés couleurs.

Les marguerites et les narcisses
Et même aussi le fier iris,
En blanc elles sont habillées
Comme en cortège des mariées.

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Et les témoins du mariage
Sont les jacinthes et les tulipes
En mille couleurs habillées,

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Et sur un arbre perches
Quelques oiseaux commencent chanter.
À tout le monde vont annoncer,
Le grand moment de la vie,
Une très belle symphonie
Que prend place dans mon jardin.