{"id":515,"date":"2014-01-29T05:41:47","date_gmt":"2014-01-29T04:41:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=515"},"modified":"2014-01-29T17:54:11","modified_gmt":"2014-01-29T16:54:11","slug":"dans-ma-rue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=515","title":{"rendered":"Dans ma rue"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Depuis quelques semaines, un merle chante dans ma rue. Il chante comme un rossignol. Sa musique est toujours diff\u00e9rente.<br \/>\nIl est tr\u00e8s matinal, comme moi\u00a0: quatre heures, cinq heures, six heures\u2026et quand je me r\u00e9veille le matin,\u00a0 d\u00e8s que <!--more-->je mets un pied \u00e0 terre, j\u2019attends son chant. Je le retrouve avec plaisir. Il me r\u00e9jouit\u00a0; il me transporte dans les bois de ma campagne\u00a0;\u00a0 il me fait esp\u00e9rer un printemps qui est encore si loin.<br \/>\nIl doit r\u00e9veiller tout le quartier\u00a0!<br \/>\nQuand je sors pour la premi\u00e8re promenade de Sari, je le cherche. Dans ma rue, il y a deux maisons avec un petit jardin et quelques arbres. Il doit \u00eatre l\u00e0, quelque part. J\u2019esp\u00e8re le voir, je le guette. Mais, rien. Il fait trop sombre. En pleine lumi\u00e8re il se tait.<\/p>\n<p>Quel bonheur d\u2019entendre un merle qui chante le matin au r\u00e9veil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Depuis quelques semaines, un merle chante dans ma rue. Il chante comme un rossignol. Sa musique est toujours diff\u00e9rente. Il est tr\u00e8s matinal, comme moi\u00a0: quatre heures, cinq heures, six heures\u2026et quand je me r\u00e9veille le matin,\u00a0 d\u00e8s que<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mo_disable_npp":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[12,2],"tags":[104,144],"class_list":["post-515","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-recit","category-textes","tag-paris","tag-sophie"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=515"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}