Showing posts with label Mayflies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mayflies. Show all posts

Sunday, 2 June 2019

Les éphémères qui ne le sont guère

S'il y a une chose que je déteste de ce temps-ci de l'année, ce sont les éphémères, les "mayflies" comme disent les Anglais. Mayflies parce qu'elles sont du mois de mai, paraît-il. Il faudrait leur expliquer qu'on est en juin maintenant. Il semble y en avoir partout ces temps-ci. En fait, il y en a plus au début du mois de juin que dans tout le dernier mois de mai. En français, on les appelle éphémères, parce qu'elles vivent un jour, paraît-il. On dirait qu'elles ne le sont guère ces temps-ci, éphémères. Et je ne sais pas si ça compte pour un calembour atroce, mais c'est un calembour.

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

The return of the mayflies

The mayflies are back since a few days. There are swarms everywhere, patches of them flying when you walk by. Just when May is about to end. Of course, they will not leave with the month. I guess they never stay for long, so I should not complain, but just the same: I hate mayflies.

Friday, 22 May 2015

Mayflies

This is one of the things that characterize the month of May and which I hate: the mayflies. They are flying everywhere these days. Disgusting, ugly, swarming mayflies. I walk in the morning I see them, flying above the streets or by shops and pubs windows. In the afternoon and evening it is even worse. They seem to enjoy particularly narrow pathways and this town is full of them. The husband of one of my wife's friend says it is near the River Thames where they truly gather in swarms, something to do with the humidity. What a way to spoil the beauty of a legendary river. Especially in this town , as the Thames and its banks are truly stunningly beautiful.(And parenthesis: yes the Thames does not only flow through London). Anyway, although I grunt, I should not complain too much: if anything mayflies announce in their own way warmer days and summer. And if you read my previous post, you can see the kind of May they are having back home. I think I'd rather have the flies. In French mayflies are called "éphémères" because they allegedly live for one day. Another reason why I will try not to complain: they won't stay for long.