tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23769622835612442692011-07-08T04:05:17.226+01:00Directamente da selva urbana do Porto, as aventuras e histórias de um pequeno oásis...Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-44547410995810068552009-07-05T09:56:00.002+01:002009-07-05T10:11:51.016+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SlBspno-BYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y7aef_LB3eU/s1600-h/Foto+015b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354899419214775682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SlBspno-BYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y7aef_LB3eU/s320/Foto+015b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Diz que tem ali para cima de cinco contos de rei em rúcula! Hehe</div><div>Mas a verdade é que me tenho consolado de saladinhas!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-4454741099581006855?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-90798845327340467682009-06-29T21:12:00.003+01:002009-06-29T23:26:03.301+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkkhXbSbM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z9EEDYIytJA/s1600-h/Foto_+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352846318452290418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkkhXbSbM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z9EEDYIytJA/s320/Foto_+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Diz quem ma deu que as moças da aldeia deixavam folhas desta planta em água durante a noite de São João, e que de manhã se lavavam com ela para não terem rugas.</div><div><em>E era assim a razão porque os antigos não tinham rugas...</em> lol! </div><div>Tinham remelas nos outros 364 dias do ano!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-9079884532734046768?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-63581806284933404932009-06-26T23:00:00.003+01:002009-06-26T23:05:38.906+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkVF_oK5aGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MNUdA-mwL88/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351760691616901218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkVF_oK5aGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MNUdA-mwL88/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Este manganão passa os seus dias a dormir no meu quintal. A dona grita, esbraceja (horas) a chamar por ele, mas sua excelência só lá vai quando quer e nas suas calmas...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-6358180628493340493?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-21011106410961555802009-06-25T20:04:00.005+01:002009-06-25T20:22:38.453+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkPNpZCtxeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1aBjJVnbpTA/s1600-h/Flor+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351346893226886626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkPNpZCtxeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1aBjJVnbpTA/s320/Flor+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Pois que esta menina apareceu, debaixo do limoeiro... Uma herança dos donos passados cheia de sorte, porque há dois anos que ando para arrancar a planta semsaborona.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-2101110641096155580?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-91051096979681356072009-06-22T23:07:00.003+01:002009-06-22T23:10:00.116+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkABKsNzjPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2l_2h9fsGn8/s1600-h/Foto_+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350277640495533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkABKsNzjPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2l_2h9fsGn8/s320/Foto_+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SkAAOBLAlrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NVHwwRzvH3w/s1600-h/Foto_+003.jpg"></a><br />Há cerca de um ano atrás alguem me deu esta hidrangea de prenda de anos, e logo me acusou de negligência (à pequenota que era um simbolo de amizade, etc, etc...), só porque tinha umas folhas queimadas...<br />ERA UMA FLOR DE ESTUFA, TÁ! Não estava habituada a viver em liberdade.<br />E agora? Parece-lhe negligenciada? EMBRULHE!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-9105109697968135607?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-10152523218211363532009-06-21T23:24:00.001+01:002009-06-21T23:28:02.007+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/Sj6zuUa6RYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B2mDSNuyoqE/s1600-h/Foto+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349911015699662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/Sj6zuUa6RYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B2mDSNuyoqE/s320/Foto+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Diz que são vermelhos... pelo menos um lá produziu... tardou, mas apareceu!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-1015252321821136353?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-66914586278462774732009-06-19T22:04:00.008+01:002009-06-19T23:10:37.018+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349151519333908050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjwA9z-jflI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7jQ5m4sTmjA/s320/Foto+017b.jpg" border="0" /><br />Esta avenca faz as invejas do cemitério de Avanca.<br />A doentinha que ma deu enfeita com estas flores, por esta altura, a campa do falecido paizinho (<em>logo à direita quem entra</em>)... todos lhas cobiçam, mas não adianta que não pega (<em>bem tentam</em>).... Só de vaso e para quem ela faz gosto...e ela gosta muito de mim (<em>não desfazendo a Sra Dra Maria Adelaide</em>).<br />O que é certo é que se deu bem debaixo do limoeiro, e lá deu a florzinha...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjwA-cdqsZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LE8oqm5QsVw/s1600-h/Foto+021b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349151530201821586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjwA-cdqsZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LE8oqm5QsVw/s320/Foto+021b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-6691458627846277473?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-16424866239721889742009-06-19T00:14:00.005+01:002009-06-19T00:21:37.482+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjrK-ZjwPQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sxcYkAI5cYc/s1600-h/Foto+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348810680817433858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjrK-ZjwPQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sxcYkAI5cYc/s320/Foto+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vaidosa, pintada e cheirosa...<br />Todos os anos pelo São João está este espanto!<br />Vale bem a pena venera-la o resto do ano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-1642486623972188974?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376962283561244269.post-70394047574354669002009-06-19T00:00:00.005+01:002009-06-19T00:23:39.548+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjrHbCb7CFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RPGvTCNgEMg/s1600-h/Foto+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348806774780266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmkX-hCEeHs/SjrHbCb7CFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RPGvTCNgEMg/s320/Foto+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> E eis onde tudo se passa...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Desculpem lá, mas estava com muita preguiça para arrumar a mangueira)<br /></span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376962283561244269-7039404757435466900?l=diariosdomeuquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657401952070913629noreply@blogger.com1