I cut my hat and wrote a poem

J ‘ ai coupé mon chapeau et écrit un poème

 English version after the French text ( poem excepted)

En utilisant récemment une serpe et d’un bloc de bois pour couper des branches afin d’ en faire des petits morceaux pour allumer  la cheminée, j’ai coupé mon chapeau.
C’est compliqué à expliquer, c’est pourquoi j’ai fait trois petits croquis pour l’analyse de la catastrophe.

  In using recently a billhook and a block  of wood to cut branches in small bits to lit the fireplace, I cut my hat .
This is complicated to explain ,it is why i made three little sketches in order to analysis the disaster

phase 1

Dans un premier temps, maintenant avec ma main gauche la branche sur le bloc de bois, j’ai soulevé mon bras droit et la serpe. J’étais penché au-dessus du bloc de bois.

In a first time holding with my left hand the branch on the block of wood,
I raised my right arm and the billhook. I was leant above the block of wood

phase 2
The hat falls Le chapeau tombe

                         J’ étais très penché sur le bloc de bois et juste au moment où je comme à abaisser mon bras droit pour couper, mon chapeau tomba .

                                 I was very bent over the wood block and just when I started to lower my right arm to cut the wood, my hat fell off.

chapeau cut

     Hélas mon chapeau est tombé le premier sur le bloc de bois et incapable d’arrêter mon bras, j’ai coupé mon chapeau!

 Oh! Désespoir ! Mon beau chapeau !

   Alas my hat fell down the first on the block of wood and unable to stop my arm I cut my hat!
Oh ! Dispair ! My beautiful hat !

  Bien sûr, la morale de cette mésaventure est de toujours garder sous contrôle nos actionset d’être prudent avec les automatismes et les réflexes!

 Mais, peut-être y a-t-il une autre conclusion à cette entrée ? Parfois, l’imagination ne semble-t-elle pas  plus réelle que la réalité?
Ou encore l’imagination aidée par la réflexion  ne peut-elle  être une bonne source de prévision et de prévoyance?

  Après tout, cette histoire est peut-être une fable seulement ? Qui sait ? Mais elle peut signifier
beaucoup de choses. ( en cherchant bien !!! )

 Of course , the moral of this misadventure is to always keep under control
our actions and to be prudent with the automatisms and reflex!


But , perhaps is there another conclusion to this post ? 
Sometimes , does not  the imagination seem more real than the reality ?
 
Or again, may not the imagination helped by the thinking be  a good source
of prediction and forethought?

After all, this story is perhaps a fable only ? Who knows ?  But it can mean many things
( in seeking very well) 
______________________________________________________________________________

Quelques amis m’ont demandé une photo des outils que j’utilisais pour couper le bois ..el le chapeau . Voici la photo:

Some friends asked me a picture of the tools I used to cut the wood …and my hat . here is the picture :

billot et courbet
block of wood (billot) and the billhook called courbet in French photo Mchel Fauquet

Le billot et le courbet qui est resté en place
 ( ce courbet vient de mon père ) . C ‘ est une sorte de large serpe mais le tranchant n’ est pas arqué )

  The block of wood ( called “billot” in French ) and remained
 planted in it : the billhook ‘ this kind of billhook is called ” courbet “
in Frenc

  D ‘ autres amis me demandèrent ce que le chapeau était devenu. Excellente question mais je n’ avais pas de réponse . C’est alors qu’une amie humoriste me suggéra dans un commentaire ” je pense que votre chapeau souhaitait devenir votre chapeau de jardin. Il savait que le printemps puis l’ été arrivant vous auriez besoin  d’un chapeau adapté pour le jardin. Et puis il pensait aussi que vous apprécieriez un peu d ‘air conditionné et il s ‘ arrangea pour se transformer en parfait compagnon de votre tête ” . Cela me donna une idée. Je demandai à janine si ellle voulair réparer mon chapeau pour cacher les blessures. Elle mis des bandes adhésives pour une réparation provisoire . ( photo ci-dessous). Cet été je les enlèverai et j’ aurai un chapeau à air conditionné.Par les trous il se fera une circulation d ‘air à l’ intérieur du chapeau qui éliminera la sueur de mon crâne. Merci mon amie Louise. Ainsi le chapeau n’ira pas à la poubelle et une nouvelle vie commence pour lui. J ‘ aime les histoires qui finissent bien ! 

chapeau réparé

  Other friends asked me what about the cut hat . Excellent question but I had no answer . Then  a comment came from an humorous friend  “I think the hat wanted to be your gardening hat.  It knew that spring was coming, and then summer, and that then you would need a hat suitable for the gardening.  And then, it thought, you would be so appreciative of a little air conditioning, and so it positioned itself to be transformed into the perfect head companion. “. This  gives me an idea . I asked janine if she wanted to repair my hat to hide the wounds . She put adhesive tapes to repair temporiraly . This summer I will remove  them and I will have a air conditionning hat . There will be a circulation of the air by the holes  inside the hat to take off the sweat of my skull. Thanks Louise

.So, no bin for the hat . A new life is in sight. I love the stories that have a good end ! 

________________

Après cette mésaventure je suis allé au jardin et je fus inspiré par les jonquilles . Cela me donna l’idée d’un petit poème:


After this misadventure I went to the garden and was inspired by the daffodils. This gave me the idea of a little poem

Dream of daffodils

In the botton of the winter
I dream of daffodils .
I see pastures and bedflowers
Filled with daffodils .
Such suns coming out from the earth
You announce re-birth ,
O charming daffodils .
Body or soul will be healing
When you will be blooming
O pretty daffodils .
For going to the Love banquet
The lovers will make a bouquet
With plenty daffodils .
I am waiting for you
O my sweet daffodils .

Michel Fauquet

Rêve de Jonquilles

Au plus profond du dur hiver
Je rêve de jonquilles .
Je vois pâtures et parterres
Tout remplis de jonquilles .
Tels des soleils sortant de terre
Dites la renaissance,
O charmantes jonquilles .
Le corps et l’âme guériront
Avec vous nous fleurirons
O Mignonnes jonquilles .
Pour aller au banquet
Les amoureux font des bouquets
Rassemblant des jonquilles.
Combien je vous attends
Ô mes douces jonquilles .

Michel Fauquet

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79 Responses to I cut my hat and wrote a poem

  1. calmkate says:

    ha ha ha love your hat chopping story … I’m all for air conditioning 🙂 just very glad it was your hat and not your hand!

    Such a lovely daffodil poem, the beauty shines through Michel!

  2. Oh, no! 😮 😦 Your poor hat! But, Ha! An air conditioning hat sounds lovely! 😉 😀
    Oh, Michel…your daffodil poem brought joy-tears to my eyes! I read it twice aloud. 🙂 Daffodils bring light and joy…and so do you, Michel! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    PS…your title is very intriguing and captured me in quickly! 🙂

  3. Doug Thomas says:

    Quite an adventure for your poor hat! The daffodil poem captures the changing season beautifully!

  4. Congratulations, Michel. Not only is this the first blog post I’ve ever read about anyone chopping their own hat, but this is also the first time I’ve ever heard of anyone doing so! On the positive side, a well-ventilated hat is a good thing. Well done with the poetic daffodils.

  5. I enjoyed your daffodil poem and your retelling of the hat cutting incident. I’m very glad it was only your hat that was injured!

  6. blb1 says:

    Still smiling over the hat incident. Must admit I’ve not heard of a billhook. Or seen one.
    I wish I had some daffodils it is to hot here for them.

  7. maidyk says:

    vaut mieux perdre son chapeau , que sa tête !

    Mon papa lui a coupé des branches basses qui dépassaient un peu de chez lui, et c’est là qu’une grande branche morte est tombée du haut de l’arbre, mais heureusement , elle n’a fait qu’effleurer sévèrement son nez.
    avec des bises !

  8. maidyk says:

    Tu nous as appris un nouveau mot Michel : le courbet !

    • Ce mot était d’un usage courant dans ma famille dans la région de Boulogne sur mer . Mais c’est un mot français . On doit le trouver dans le dictiionnaire ou dans…. Google ! 🙂
      Amitiés à toi, Maidy ❤

  9. Hilarious post, Michel! The drawings are priceless! Lovely poem about daffodils. You made me smile! 😄 Have a wonderful day! 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼
    Love ❤️
    Cheryl
    ________________________________

  10. Susan Joos says:

    Sadly, I managed to lose my first comment, as I hit enter without typing my name and email.

    Sad to hear of your misadventure with chopping! Perhaps your hat jumped bravely at the last second in order to provide the perfect all-around comfortable environment for your head.

    Moving the tape inside the hat might work, depending on where the tape hits, if it’s not too uncomfortable.

    Enjoyed the poem of the daffodils, wonderful harbingers of Spring!

    I always enjoy seeing your posts also in French, to see if I recognize any words; I saw “chapeau” and “Jonquil”, although the spelling might be slightly different.

  11. puffpop says:

    You are a man of many talents…Wow…If you didn’t have that hat on, you would have gotten your head!!!! So glad you are alright. I remember seeing that hat.

    Breathing a sigh of relief that the hat protected your head.

    Love,
    votre amie
    Francoise.

  12. Rachel says:

    Hats off to gardening?! I think it is better the hat than your fingers! Now what we should be seeing next is the shopping trip for a new hat. 🧡

    • Thanks Rachel . And you are right for the shopping trip. But do you know in Amiens it is not easy to find a shop selling hats . Ask caps you will have but hat ?
      At this time I am in a old hat and really it needs to be replaced !! 🙂 ❤

  13. Beautiful poem Michel! I think Janine will buy you a new hat.

  14. murisopsis says:

    I am so sad to hear that your hat has been sliced! I remember when you went shopping for a hat – it was not easy to find a hat that was “just right”! I think the retirement of the hat to the garden is a good idea but that will necessitate another hat buying expedition! As to the poem -it is a delight! I love the daffodils and the idea that they rise like little suns from the garden. More poetry! Please!

  15. Marion says:

    Your hat will “live” again, Michel! 😀

  16. mrswrangler says:

    I have many air-conditioning caps myself. They are what I wear to work at home or at the lake.

  17. Sartenada says:

    Hello Michel.

    Great action drawings. Sorry for your nice hat. For many years I split firewood with an axe when living on the countryside. I tried to be careful. For example, some firewood flew in the air and touched my head, meaning that use of hat was must.

    Have a good day! Amitiès, Matti

    P.S. I love the poem.

  18. Lavinia Ross says:

    That is a beautiful poem of daffodils dreams in winter, Michel! I love the drawings, too! I am sorry the hat was cut, but it is getting a new life after repairs.

    Much love to you, Janine and the family ❤
    Lavinia

  19. Very cleverly and enchantingly evoked!

  20. vickyvix2 says:

    You made me laugh! I am sorry for your hat but I am glad you can also see the humor in the situation! Your poem is also charming. Thank you, Michel.

  21. marica0701 says:

    Your poor hat! But I really like the great idea of its holes now providing some nice air circulation during the summer! 😀

  22. Anne says:

    De forts jolis dessins très explicites et un chapeau maintenant décoré de chiffres romains 🙂

    Amitiés et bon printemps, bien à toute la famille Fauquet !

  23. Caro says:

    Papa ,c est du tati tout craché, j ai souri en lisant ton post …..tes chapeaux vivent toujours des choses incroyables 🤣
    Sans ton chapeau c est pas toi 😉
    Enfin il vaut mieux le chapeau 😏
    Je vous souhaite une bonne soirée et vous embrasse bien fort carole

  24. Oh Michel … Thank goodness it was only your hat…. 🙂 I loved your detail drawings my friend… A little air conditioning lol for your head, Our reflex actions often uncontrollable. I know we have our favourite hats.. I too have a favourite gardening hat…And so does hubby… Who was forlorn when I said that it needed to go in the washing machine…. lol…. Thankfully it didn’t shrink… lol…. or I would have just had to have got around that by saying his head had grown too big.. lol 🙂

    Have a lovely week Dear Michel ❤

  25. cocosangel says:

    I couldn’t figure out how you cut your hat? But when I saw your fabulous artwork, I realized how it would have been
    ((((((((((((Hugs)))))))))))))))))

  26. I feel bad for your hat but it will make a good gardening hat. Your drawings are always so nice.

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