{"id":16696,"date":"2023-04-03T00:11:27","date_gmt":"2023-04-02T22:11:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/?p=16696"},"modified":"2023-04-30T12:23:22","modified_gmt":"2023-04-30T10:23:22","slug":"manse-vieille","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/manse-vieille\/","title":{"rendered":"Manse vieille"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC02787-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-16700\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC02787-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC02787-1024x577.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC02787-768x433.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC02787-1536x866.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC02787-2048x1154.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quand tu passes le ruisseau, sous le chapeau,<br \/>\ntout soudain,<br \/>\nla neige.<\/p>\n<p>La lombarde, basse et ac\u00e9r\u00e9e, d\u00e9chire<br \/>\nles flocons que le froid h\u00e9risse.<\/p>\n<p>Je ne tiens pas au vent, et je glisse.<br \/>\nDans la nuit, toutes les herbes ont disparu ;<br \/>\nje dois patienter le travail du soleil \u00e9pais.<\/p>\n<p>\u00c0 midi je reviens, la neige se cale en modestes<br \/>\nn\u00e9v\u00e9s \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8res : les plantes, \u00e9cras\u00e9es,<br \/>\nsont encore loin des fleurs.<\/p>\n<p>La lombarde souffle encore, mais<br \/>\ndans la fr\u00e9n\u00e9sie, je n&rsquo;ai pas froid.<br \/>\nIl faudra revenir.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Quand tu passes le ruisseau, sous le chapeau, tout soudain, la neige. La lombarde, basse et ac\u00e9r\u00e9e, d\u00e9chire les flocons que le froid h\u00e9risse. Je ne tiens pas au vent, et je glisse. Dans la nuit, toutes les herbes ont disparu ; je dois patienter le travail du soleil \u00e9pais. \u00c0 midi je reviens,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[242,1905,1056],"tags":[2746,979,567,465],"class_list":["post-16696","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chantiers","category-continue-poesie","category-poesies","tag-hautes-alpes","tag-neige","tag-plante","tag-territoire"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16696","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16696"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16696\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16703,"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16696\/revisions\/16703"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16696"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16696"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amboilati.org\/chantier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16696"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}