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Château de La Brède - FRANCE

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La Brède dévoile le cartel de sa corrida du 22 juin 2024

La Brède annonce une terna originale pour son édition 2024 !

La ville de La Brède a dévoilé le cartel de sa corrida 2024 qui aura lieu le Samedi 22 juin à l’occasion des fêtes locales. La commission taurine de la ville girondine a choisi de retenir un lot de Robert Margé après le succès de l’an passé. Au cartel, on retrouvera comme chef de lidia l’élégant torero de Madrid, Uceda Leal qui effectuera son retour dans les ruedos français après plusieurs…

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C'est une chose extraordinaire Que toute la philosophie Consiste dans ces trois mots: JE M'EN FOUS.

Montesquieu

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La Suprema Corte de Justicia de la Nación

La Suprema Corte de Justicia de la Nación #aperturaintelectual #juridicoaintelectual @luisrperaltahdz @luisr_peralta Luis Roberto Peralta Hernández

(Primera Parte) Por: Luis Roberto Peralta Hernández A finales del convulso 2022 comenzó a cobrar notoriedad la elección de quién presidiría el máximo tribunal de la nación mexicana. Los posibles escenarios con respecto a quien ocupará tan trascendental lugar, adquirió muchos matices y tintes que sin lugar a dudas causaron un revuelo nunca visto ante esos procesos, sin embargo, tal como lo…

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Montesquieu

Montesquieu (1689-1757) was a French philosopher whose ideas in works like The Spirit of the Laws helped launch the Enlightenment movement in Europe. His ideas on the separation of powers, that is, between the executive, legislative, and judiciary, were influential on other Enlightenment thinkers and on the 13 colonies that became the United States of America.

Early Life

Charles-Louis de Secondat, Baron de la Brède, now known simply as Montesquieu, as his full name suggests, was born into a noble family near Bordeaux, France, on 18 January 1689. He inherited the barony of La Brède in 1696. First educated by the Oratorians (a Catholic religious order) at the Collége de Juilly, Montesquieu then studied law at the University of Bordeaux. On graduating in 1708, he began his career in law, practising in Bordeaux's Parlement (a sovereign court). Montesquieu became a judge in 1714. In 1715, he married Jeanne de Lartigue, a woman of independent means; the couple went on to have three children. In 1716, in the peculiar French system of passing on legal titles and roles, Montesquieu inherited both the barony of Montesquieu and the position of Président à mortier in the Bordeaux Parlement from a late uncle. He then went on to sell the same title in 1725 after he decided to retire from the toil of working life at the age of 36.

Montesquieu had independent means thanks to his family's estate at La Brède, which included large areas of farmland and vineyards. The historian H. Chisick describes Montesquieu's estate management as "practical, hard-headed, and parsimonious" (281). Here he now spent most of his time. Besides personally inspecting what his estate workers got up to, he was keen to increase his knowledge of literature and write down a few thoughts on political systems past and present.

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Fine French writer, historian, philosopher judges on happiness

“If one only wanted to be happy, it would be easy; but we want to be happier than other people, and that is almost always difficult, since we think them happier than they are.”

Charles Louis de Secondat, Baron de La Brède et de Montesquieu, circa 1750

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The Beast in Her Home - Chapter 16

I’m BACK! I’m really excited to show you guys this chapter, hope you like it! (she says while writing a chapter full of pain). Comments and kudos are always appreciated :3

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WARNING: This chapter may disturb some readers, caution is advised.

Content: police brutality, graphic descriptions of violence, ACAB discourse, injuries, misuse of power.

Chapter 16:

“There is no greater tyranny than that which is perpetrated under the shield of the law and in the name of justice. (Cambridge University Press, September 29, 1989)”

― Charles-Louis de Secondat, baron de la Brède et de Montesquieu, The Spirit of the Laws

Flickering lights of red and blue filled the screen, unsteady camera movements, people running and screaming. News reporters, civilians, cops. An ambulance. Chat Noir rushed to turn the volume up.

Breaking news titles filled the lower portion of the screen.

‘Minor hospitalized due to adverse effect of police arrest.’

‘Police arrest minor who suffers injury while resisting arrest.’

‘Six police officers surround violent criminal, criminal wounds himself during arrest.’

When desperate clicks on the remote finally revealed the sounds accompanying the chaos on TV, even the officers at the table stood up to witness the unfolding scenes.

A group of no less than six men in dark blue police uniforms, their badges displayed proudly on their breast pockets, their body cameras perched on their shoulders. And right there beneath their feet, a person.

No, not a person.

A child.

The unknown child, a still growing teenager, pinned by the cops reminded Chat Noir of Nino, the baseball cap turned in the wrong way, sitting low on his face, or the side of his face that was shown.

Chat Noir could hear his screams through the TV. “Stop! STOP! I-I’m unarmed! Stop! I-argh!!” One police officer’s knee pushed down harder on the boy’s shoulder blade, cutting his words off.

“We told you to keep quiet, boy! You’re under arrest!”

“I- huff – I said I won’t resist! Get- get off me! Please! Get off! Get OFF!” the teen struggled visibly, but the six cops surrounding him were too strong. It wasn’t until he heaved himself upwards that the camera managed to capture a clearer shot of his face.

He wasn’t a kitten, he wasn’t Chat Noirs kitten, but he was still a child.

Chat Noir dug his fingers into the soft texture of the couch, the furniture creaking in protest at the harsh treatment. His other hand held onto the remote for dear life.

The civilians circling the fray like a pack of cautious deer all had their phones out, recording the forceful arrest and sharing it on social media.

Chat Noir gripped the remote harder, the screws and hard plastic squeaking against each-other. He shot upwards like an arrow, moving to stand in front of the TV, both officers behind him on edge at his sudden movements.

“No.” Chat Noir’s voice came out broken, eyes glued to the screen, to the beaten-up teenager. A cop kicked at his head while another one held his thrashing body down. Screams of profanities were thrown around, their voices so loud it distorted their words.

Chat’s heaving was loud in the living room, the stillness in the air only making his nerves light on fire that much more. His body reacted to it, to the boy getting beaten by the police like he had been beaten. To the crowd only able to watch in horror and disgust at what was happening before their eyes.

Chat gripped his chest, nails digging into his shirt, his heart thumping so loudly against his ribcage he could feel it in his throat.

Just who the hell did those cops think they arrested? He was nothing but a child! Why couldn’t they have given him a slap on the wrist for whatever shit he pulled?!

More shouting. The news anchor tried to vocally overpower the loud chaos.

“It seems like this latest arrest was approved by Col. Couffaine of the Dupont Police Force in Bourgeoise Street. Either the Colonel or the precinct have yet to offer an official statement regarding the details of this arrest, follow us for the rest of the recorded footage. Viewer discretion is advised for depictions of violence against a minor.”

Chat Noir’s eyes widened when he saw one of the cops obviously losing his patience. If the footage hadn’t been slowed, he could’ve missed it. The cop had been fingering the handle of his baton while the boy struggled against the man that had previously kicked his head, until he finally grabbed it and swung at the teenager’s head.

A loud whack, a shrill, painful cry released from the depths of boy's stomach.

And then, silence.  

“He killed him!!”

“A cop killed a kid!”

“That guy was innocent! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“We’re recording all of this!”

“Hey, hey, he’s still moving! Hey you ambulance guys, grab him quick before the cops kill him! Hey!”

When the camera moved to the paramedics called on the scene, for what reason Chat Noir couldn’t know, they visibly hesitated approaching the still volatile situation. One senior paramedic approached the officer in charge and stated they had to treat the victim immediately for fear of a cerebral concussion and internal bleeding.

The officer in charge hesitated, before waving his men off in the same minute the boy beneath them ceased to struggle.

Ceased to move at all.

Chat Noir shivered at the icy hot pin prick of needles shooting up and down his arms and legs. His stomach felt like it was eating itself alive, the acid burning away all his organs to nothing, but even that fabricated pain was nothing in comparison to the hole in his chest when the boy stopped breathing.

“No…” nails dug deeply into his palms, fire burned through his body, but Chat didn’t care, he cared about the boy brutally arrested, now unmoving on the dirty street, hundreds of phones and cameras surrounding him and nobody to call for help, for protection.   

Finally, the paramedics rushed towards him, two checking his vital signs and trying to stabilize him with another one wheeled out the collapsible bed.

The officers which had previously beaten on him stood off to the side, two obviously fighting off smiles while their superior scanned the crowd to determine the mood.

It had gotten quiet, too quiet.

If it weren’t for the police sirens and the sounds of paramedics shouting instructions, one might’ve heard a pin drop.

Then, one of the police officers spoke. “Can’t blame us, if the kid hadn’t been under the influence, none of this would’ve happened. His parents should’ve taught him better than that.”

A scream.

A phone thrown into the officer’s face.

Chaos.

Chat Noir briefly registered officer Tweedledee and Tweedledum standing now next to him, both sporting very grim and visibly disgusted expressions on their faces.

In some small part inside of him, a coherent part of him, Chat felt slightly comforted by the fact that these guys didn’t seem to approve or like the actions of their fellow policemen, but a much bigger part of himself told him how little that mattered.

How little the opinions of the few mattered in the control of the many.

The crowd had erupted, almost like somebody had lighted them on fire. The person that had thrown the phone at one of the officer’s heads was the first to physically close the distance between himself and the officer before getting tased and thrown to the ground.

The people that followed all tried to physically stop the policemen from harming the civilian, some were throwing food or pieces of trash at them and Chat Noir couldn’t help but briefly admire the symbolism.

Throwing trash at trash.

Reinforcements had arrived to seal off the perimeter and control the wayward crowd, the reporters and media had frantically tried to capture the moments with dramatic, purposefully provocative commentary.

Chat Noir felt his own ire rise even further and he couldn’t help but poise the question he had been biting his tongue on ever since he got here: “Tell me officers, is this the police force you envisioned to protect innocent people from bad guys like me?”

For once, neither Kim nor Ivan had an answer.

-

“Mr. Couffaine!”

“Colonel!!”

“Is it true you approved the arrest of 15-year-old Lebrone Kent?”

“Lebron is currently in the hospital due to the actions of your police officers, h

“Col. Couffaine, we’re from the Daily News, when will you issue your statement?!”

The precinct was in uproar, the once spacious halls and office rooms filled with reporters and cops trying to control the media. Even Alya looked overwhelmed as her colleagues and rivals from other news outlets strong armed their way to the front.

Luka was still in his office behind closed doors and shut blinds, Marinette stared at his back as her dear friend and superior fixed his uniform.

The air was suffocating.

“Luka.” Her voice was quiet, her emotions still running high. “Did you approve the arrest for that boy? Is it true what the media said?”

When he didn’t answer, Marinette’s fear shifted into ire. “Well? How can you authorize the arrest without knowing for certain the boy was guilty? His mother is crying on the street because she doesn’t know if he’ll make it! Why did Carlson and Frederique have to be so rough on him? Was any of that necessary? Answer me, Luka!”

By the sudden rigidness of his shoulders, Marinette knew she’d stepped over a line.

A line she would cross again if it meant getting coherent answers.

Luka turned slowly, dressed in his formal uniform, his badges and medals of honor displayed proudly, his hat gripped in his hands at his sides.

The gaze he fixed her with could’ve set fire to the rain. “Let me make one thing clear, Lieut. Dupain-Cheng.” He took two long strides to stand directly in front of her, his normally kind blue eyes colder than ice. “I do not have to answer to you. Whether authorizing the arrest was my decision or not doesn’t concern you, I don’t have to run by every decision I make for this precinct by you. I expect you to behave according to your rank and your duties.”

His words were like a poison-dipped dagger slicing through her heart, a deep throbbing pain that constricted her breathing for a moment.

Until Marinette schooled her features into something she was familiar with: professional detachment. “Colonel Couffaine,” her friend and superior turned his head to glance at her, “If I were to behave according to my rank and duties, I would be the first one to get notified of Chat Noir's abuse while he was held captive.“

She took one step closer to him so they were almost chest to chest, her gaze never once straying from his cool blue eyes. “And I would've reported you for severe misconduct due to the physical mistreatment of a prisoner in my care.”

Luka’s shoulders visibly rose in ill-concealed anger and he angled his head down closer. “I acted in your best interest, Marinette.”

“So am I, colonel.” Marinette spat out his rank like a curse, to forever have the look of resentment she had on her face burned into his memory to haunt him at night.

Luka didn’t answer, he broke off their staring contest and turned his back, clutching at his hat tightly. With a deep breath, he finally spoke. “Tell them I’ll be out in two minutes.”

Marinette didn’t reply, only left his office with the door audibly closing shut behind her.

Luka exhaled loudly once the door shut, his white knuckled grip caused his hat to tremble.

After a heartbeat, Luka fixed his hat and turned to open the door.

Immediately, flashing lights assaulted him, hundreds of mics thrown into his face and notepads held in the air.

There was one sentence Luka spoke that pacified the ravenous crowd of reporters. “I’ll answer all your questions.”

-

“Marinette!” Alya spotted her friend rushing with impressive speed towards the backroom of the squadron, she knew there were bunk beds there for when the nights grew long in the precinct. It was away from the press.

Away from people.

Marinette didn’t stop, almost like she didn’t hear Alya at all, but Alya followed her, fighting her way through the torrent of reporters waiting to hear Colonel Couffaine’s press release.

Marinette had left the door slightly ajar, and when Alya fully opened it, a sight greeted her that broke her heart.

Her best friend’s uniform lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, Marinette herself was kneeling on the ground, her head in her hands.

Quiet sniffling filled the room and Alya immediately closed the door and dropped to her knees on the floor, pulling Marinette into a bone-crushing hug.

The two women held each other tightly, Alya whispering soothing words into Marinette’s ear and letting her cry, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.

“Why….why, why, why!” Marinette cried into Alya’s shoulder, the fabric dampening rapidly.

Alya blinked, trying not to let the tears fall. “I…I don’t know…I wish I knew Marinette…”. She ran a hand along Marinette’s hair. “I’m so sorry…”

The sound of Marinette’s cries got drowned out by the ruckus of reporters trying to get their story, but as if Luka heard her amidst the commotion, he couldn’t help but glance at the closed door in guilt.

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“Marinette is in bad shape.” Tikki spoke quietly into the room, far away from the bloodthirsty pack of reporters recording Luka’s statement.

Plagg hummed thoughtfully beside her. “Not just her, our pretty boy marine has to hold his neck out for those vultures.”

Tikki rose an eyebrow. “You think this was a set-up to sabotage him?”

It wouldn’t have been the first time, Luka’s predecessor had resigned for that very reason after all. It was no secret that different police departments were unwilling to cooperate or share information with each-other, so sabotaging unit captains or colonels wasn’t uncommon practice.

Especially if said colonel used to be a marine, not one of real blue blood.

Plagg scrunched his nose, fingers digging into his inner jacket pocket and plopping a slice of camembert into his mouth. “I think a lot of things when the day is long, sugar cube,” At Tikki’s steady glare, Plagg caved. “Things look just a little too convenient; the slander against the police, the growing protests, Luka ordering to lock up some innocent kid for possessing some weed? It doesn’t make sense, the guy rescued fucking war orphans during his service. Do you see him ordering a hit on that kid?”

Tikki frowned, watching the colonel adjust his uniform on the stage. “Weed? I thought the official statement was the boy got caught breaking into an old lady’s house.”

Plagg turned his head down to look at his longtime partner. “You believe that?”

Tikki allowed a small smile to grace her features. “Not a lick, but the weed story doesn’t check out either, Plagg.”

The man crossed his arms, still chewing on the soft stinky texture of his cheese. “Exactly, none of it makes sense.”

Tikki mirrored his stance, eyes zeroing in on Luka and the way his dress shirt darkened at the back of his neck with sweat. “What did the higher-ups threaten Luka with to take this risk? And who’s pulling the strings behind this puppet show?”

A moment of silence was all that passed before both Tikki and Plagg’s two-way radios buzzed with life.

“Come in….C&C…C&C….do you copy?”

Plagg lazily pressed the button on his walkie-talkie. “Cheese of C&C here, copy. What’s up?”

“Request-request for 129… we…we have a 135 and 123.” Ivan’s exhausted voice rumbled through the comms.

Tikki’s eyes widened and she quickly responded into Plagg’s walkie-talkie. “Cookie here, copy. Ivan, repeat the first thing you said.”

“135. We have a 135.”

Plagg and Tikki stared at their radios.

A 135 meant escape.

“135 means…” Plagg trailed off, his body moving on autopilot to elbow his way through the sea of reporters to get to Luka, whose gaze was already fixated on Plagg’s oddly pale face and his growing panic.

“…Chat Noir escaped…” Tikki finished the sentence for him and like a bad movie coming to its cinematic climax, the door to the backroom opened and Marinette slowly walked out, catching Tikki’s gaze.

“Tikki, what’s wrong?”

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Yes, Plagg and Tikki's team name is Cookie&Cheese aka C&C :P

Police codes:

129 = Request back up

123 = sick or injured person (In this case both Ivan and Kim got injured)

135 = escape

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Modernliğin Sosyolojisi 2023-2024 Vize Soruları

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Galería. Así vio la inspiración de André Viard… la Puerta Grande de Adriano en La Brède

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BREDES - PARIETAIRE 16/365

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Château de La Brède - FRANCE

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jeu concours voici tenter de gagner l’une des routines beauté kios cosmetics

Les réponses du jeu concours sont: R1 Du pistachier lentisque R2 La Brède Mafane. bonne chance à tous https://www.voici.fr/jeux/jeu4 Photo voici

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TODAY IN PHILOSOPHY OF HISTORY

Montesquieu and Environmental Determinism   

Thursday 18 January 2024 is the 335th anniversary of the birth of Charles Louis de Secondat, Baron de La Brède et de Montesquieu (18 January 1689 – 10 February 1755), known to posterity simply as Montesquieu, who was born at the Château de la Brède on this date in 1689.

Montesquieu is remembered for his The Spirit of the Laws, which is one of the great books of Western civilization. He is also remembered, rightly or wrongly, as a representative of environmental determinism

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Thouars Foot 79 affrontera Nueillaubiers après son succès face à l'Étoile Maritime

Le Thouars Foot 79, fort de son récent succès en Charente-Maritime, se prépare à affronter Nueillaubiers. Avant la trêve, l'équipe thouarsaise rencontrait des difficultés avec seulement une victoire à son actif depuis le début de la saison. 2024 a commencé de manière positive, avec une victoire convaincante contre l'Étoile Maritime (0-3). Thouars Foot 79 veut maintenir la dynamique L'entraîneur deThouars Foot 79, Pierre Naudet, insiste sur l'importance de maintenir cette dynamique positive. Alors que le prochain défi se profile contre Nueillaubiers, classés dauphins de Bressuire, la tâche s'annonce ardue. Nueillaubiers détient la meilleure attaque de la poule, avec un impressionnant total de 27 buts en dix matchs. Pierre Naudet reconnaît la difficulté de résister à une équipe aussi efficace et souligne la nécessité pour les Thouarsais d'être solides pour rivaliser. Actuellement antépénultièmes au classement, les Rouge et Noir doivent accélérer dans leur quête de maintien. Bien que la saison soit encore longue, avec 13 matchs à jouer, la performance contre des équipes de haut niveau reste cruciale. Le prochain match, un derby qui retient l'attention de tous, vise à obtenir le premier succès à domicile en championnat cette saison. Lire aussi : Médoc Océan et Arsac-Le Pian font la fierté de la région Médoc en Régional 3 Un derby de Coupe de France de Futsal à Loudun En parallèle, le Thouars Foot 79 se prépare pour un derby passionnant en Coupe de France de futsal contre Châteauroux FC. Le complexe sportif de Thouars ne répond pas aux normes pour accueillir la rencontre en raison de contraintes logistiques. La salle de Loudun, classée niveau 1, sera l'hôte du 32e de finale le samedi 20 janvier à 19 h 30. Les matchs de R1 et R2 contre Rochefort et le FC Rhétais ont été reportés en raison de cette rencontre de futsal. Les vestiaires de Thouars sont jugés trop petits, avec un manque de 2 m² et l'absence de locaux nécessaires. Loudun a gracieusement accepté d'accueillir le match, créant ainsi un engouement parmi les supporters. Voir également : La Brède FC face à Lescar FC veut sortir de la zone de relégation, et il lui faut une victoire ! Les supporteurs sont encouragés à se déplacer pour soutenir l'équipe thouarsaise lors de ce moment décisif. En tant que l'une des rares équipes de Nouvelle-Aquitaine encore en lice, le Thouars Foot 79 bénéficie de reports acceptés par la Ligue. Le manager général du club, Pierre Naudet, se réjouit de cette opportunité en Coupe de France de futsal. Read the full article

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Le cresson de para

présentation

Le cresson de para est une plante annuelle qui a une saveur poivrée et piquante. Il s'agit de sa principale particularité. Il est originaire d'Amérique du Sud et du Brésil en particulier. On l'appelle également Brède mafane , cresson du Brésil, Acmella oleracea ou bien encore Spilanthes oleracea, qui sont ses deux noms scientifiques. Il fait partie de la famille des astéracées. Sa culture est facile ainsi que son entretien. Son besoin en eau est moyen. Sa hauteur de 10 à 20 centimètres en fait un excellent couvre-sol. Malheureusement, très peu de jardiniers le cultivent. C'est pourquoi il trouvera sa place dans la rubrique des légumes oubliés. Il craint le froid et la sècheresse. C’est une excellente plante aromatique qui vous sert à agrémenter vos salades ou bien vos carpaccios.

culture

Choisissez-lui un emplacement ensoleillé, frais, riche, meuble et bien drainé sur un sol neutre, voire calcaire. Semez-le directement en pleine terre dès que les températures atteignent une vingtaine de degrés c'est à dire de mi-mai à mi-juillet. Espacez vos graines de 30 centimètres environ en tous sens. Si toutefois vous avez effectué votre semis plus dense, éclaircissez-le, afin de garder la distance précisée ci-dessus entre chaque sujet. Vous pouvez aussi le semer dans des godets avec trois graines. Dans ce cas, dès que les plantules possèdent 2 ou 3 feuilles, éclaircissez pour ne garder que le plus beau. Patientez 15 jours à 3 semaines pour les repiquer soit en pleine terre ou bien dans des grands bacs. Trois pieds suffisent pour une décoration et pour votre consommation personnelle. Vous pouvez également l'utiliser en bordure et en potée, ce qui est très joli au visuel. Si vous souhaitez une récolte la plus longue possible, je vous conseille d'échelonner vos semis. Si vous ne voulez pas effectuer de semis, vous pouvez acheter le cresson de para en godet. C'est assez difficile à trouver dans les jardineries traditionnelles. Mais certaines pépinières spécialisées en plantes aromatiques peuvent vous fournir du cresson de para en godet.

entretien

Le cresson de para supporte très bien plusieurs coupes lors de vos cueillettes. Pincez l'extrémité des tiges afin de provoquer le maximum de ramifications (Comme cela se fait pour le basilic). Arrosez-le régulièrement surtout pendant les périodes chaudes de la saison estivale. Paillez-le afin de garder de la fraicheur à son pied , ce qui est nécessaire à son bon développement. Étant donné qu'il s'agit d'une plante gélive, je vous conseille de la couvrir d'un voile d'hivernage (dès que les températures commencent à se rafraichir), afin de pouvoir en profiter encore au début de la saison automnale.

RÉCOLTE

En règle générale, vous pourrez commencer votre récolte entre 2 et 3 mois après le semis. Si vous cueillez des tiges au dessus du collet, vous pourrez obtenir de nouvelles pousses. Par contre, si vous cueillez feuille par feuille, votre récolte pourra s'étaler sur 4 à 5 mois. Les fleurs se consomment également. Attention, le cresson de para doit se consommer dans la journée voire 2 jours au plus tard si vous le mettez dans votre réfrigérateur, roulé dans un torchon humide.

parasites & maladies

Le cresson de para est très résistant aux parasites et aux maladies. Toutefois, surveillez nos amies les limaces qui sont très friandes des jeunes pousses.

multiplication

Le cresson de para se multiplie par semis en récupérant les graines quand les fleurs sont complètement desséchées afin d'effectuer des semis l'année suivante. Pour les récoltez frottez sur la paume de votre main les capitules secs pour faire tomber les graines. Laissez sécher ces dernières à l'air pendant deux heures environ (sans soleil direct). Et pour terminer, mettez-les dans des sachets en papier kraft pour conservation au frais et au sec.

association

Les associations avec le cresson de para sont possibles à condition que les plantes associées ne lui fassent pas trop d'ombre. Toutes les plantes de tailles plus petites que le cresson de para peuvent lui être associées. Et pour terminer, je vous propose cette vidéo de la chaine YouTube de Xavier Mathias https://youtu.be/L0kl2UpFhsM Abonnement au site Inscription sur le site : Vous devez vous inscrire sur le site pour recevoir une alerte par mail à chaque nouvel article mis en ligne. Abonnement à la lettre mensuelle D’autre part, vous pouvez également vous abonner à la lettre mensuelle du site. Si vous avez aimé cet article n’hésitez pas à le partager sur les réseaux sociaux en utilisant les boutons ci-dessous. Read the full article

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