Sunday Selection ~ Søndagsbilleder

Very fast, it's beyond bedtime.
Lots of pic featuring Jade green as background for other colours. More text will follow.


I hast, for det er længst sengetid.
Masse billeder med Jadegrøn som baggrund for andre farver. Mere tekst følger.

Golden gooseberries on the bush, I saved.  ~  Gyldne stikkelsbær på den busk jeg reddede.

Redcurrants that are really red, and not yet eaten by blackbirds or doves 
~
Røde ribs, som hverken duer eller solsorte har ædt endnu.

Oxalis, This luscious plant began as three tiny, shrivelled bulbs. 
~ 
Oxalis. Denne overdådige plante begyndte sit liv som tre småbitte indtørrede knolde.

White redcurrants, "invisible" to blackbirds and doves.  ~  Hvide ribs, som duer og solsorte ikke kan se.

One of my yellow birthday roses.  ~  En af mine gule fødselsdagsroser.

Grapes coming up.  ~  Kommende vindruer.

Denne her sjove busk med blå blomster kunne jeg ikke stå for. Den hedder Ceanothus thyrsiflorus, sikke et navn! Den er ikke vinterhårdfør, så jeg må dække den grundigt og håbe den overlever.
~
This funny bush with charming blue flowers was all alone in the supermarket and begged to come home with me. I was unable to resist. It is called a Ceanothus thyrsiflorus - I have to look this up every time. It's not hardy, and I just hope it survives if I cover it up well.

Peas, The Pirate thinks they look like eggplants, and he's not wrong. 
~
Ærter. Piraten mener de ligner auberginer. Det er ikke helt forkert.

Words for Wednesday ~ July 8

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

This month the words are given by me (Charlotte - MotherOwl) and can be found at River's blog: Drifting through Life

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.

It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

And for today we were given:
Peach,
Granola Bowl,
Idea,
Wood,
Sad 
     and/or  
Turn,
Scarecrow,
Flowers,
Cauldron,
Hot,
Bubble

Also this week I'm late, and also this week I did not succeed in writing out the idea in my head. Another "here and now" is all I can do.

While I sat eating Peach Melba yoghurt form my favourite granola bowl, I got an idea. I like wood, I like working with wood. I am sad that my lathe is broken, because I find so much beautiful wood, that would be just right for the turning of a bowl.

Instead I'll maybe go and put up a scarecrow.. The crows and blackbirds are eating my redcurrants and the slugs are eating all my strawberries - a scarecrow won't help here.

Maybe I'll pick some flowers today, the marigolds and the dyer's chamomile are ready for picking.

It would be lovely to have an old cauldron to dye my wool in with the dyer's chamomile, I see it in my mind's eyes: hot, bubbling, dying hank after hank a luminous yellow. But my wonderful pot is all I have. It does not bubble, but it gets the job done.

Poetry Monday :: Moody ~ ~ CORRECTION!

Error message:
Dear all. I see now that I have given the prompts for the wrong dates - Sundays, not Mondays - for the rest of 2026. Blame it on my new PC, that does not show Sunday as the first day of the week.
I have now corrected them all.

 -- 🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻 -- 

Poetry Monday is a blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017, and later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @ Procrastinating Donkey.
    Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
    Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane has returned home from her travels some time ago, but seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.

I find this sad, because she reached many more poetry-writing bloggers than Mimi and I do.

The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.

Today's prompt is Moody. Together with past Friday's WfW - Right Now - it made me think of a poem Pia @ ColorCottage posted ... it's almost 13 years ago! By Golly, time flies!


It is NOT my poem!


Dust If You Must
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb,
Music to hear, and books to read,
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must -
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Not mine, published by Pia @ Colour Cottage September 26, 2013.

- - - - - - -UPCOMING Prompts: - - - - - - -

July 13 -  Dandelion seeds
July 20 - Beef
July 27-  Relief
August  3 -  Tractors
August  10  - Bluebell
August  17  - Sunny days
August  24  - Photography
August  31  - Xerophyte.

Fredagsfrustration ~ Friday Frustration

Once again a change in the lay-out of our bus stops and the information contained there is frustrating me. For a small English summary scroll down.

Når jeg står ved et stoppested, og bussen ikke kommer som den skulle, er der nu ifølge teksten på stoppestedet to muligheder for at få besked om, hvornår den kommer:

1. At downloade en app, Buster. Men det kan jeg ikke, når jeg ikke har en Smartphone.
2. At ringe til 70 15 70 00, og lytte til ... Vælg 1 for ... i det uendelige, og så vente på en ledig medarbejder. Det tager undertiden lang tid - og en af grundene til. at jeg ikke har en Smartphone er, at jeg ofte glemmer min telefon, eller glemmer at lade den op, så det er ikke så smart heller.

I "gamle dage", ikke så længe siden endda, kunne man sende en SMS til 1250 med et S plus stoppestedets nummer - det nummer står altså stadigvæk på stoppestedet - og få en svar-SMS med kommende afgange fra det relevante stoppested med forsinkelser og det hele. Den mulighed lader så til at være afskaffet ... eller er det mon kun annonceringen af den på stoppestedet, der er væk? Jeg har spurgt trafikselskabet, og venter nu pænt på et svar.

Det er træls at jeg føler mig som en andenklasses borger fordi jeg ikke vil have en Smartphone.


In English:
Before the new bus stops were put up, they contained an information about an SMS service for checking when the buses left from there. There's no timetable on any bus stops since 2019.
After the update, you're only told about an App called Buster.
I have written and asked the bus company if the SMS service is still available, if not I feel angry that you're almost forced to buy a smartphone to go by bus in Denmark.

Words for Wednesday ~ Using the Words

Cold,
Door,
Fire engine,
Tree,
Jacket,
Sign   
    and/or  
Candle,
Cup,
Egg,
Roses,
Window,
Hazy

I did not follow through on my first idea, but the words lend themselves nicely to this little telling of "right now"

Right now it's cold and windy, actually after the record heat we now have record winds. I had to close the door because it made my papers fly around.

So now I sit here at the computer, trying to write. Outside I still hear sounds coming through a window standing ajar. I hear the wind in the trees outside. I hear a far off cow lowing after its calf. I hear the neighbour tinkering with his old car as usual, and I hear a fire engine really far off. I hope it's only a small fire caused by burning weeds in the wind. It rained yesterday, but now the sun is shining, and every self-respecting house owner is out there weeding -- many of them using these gas powered flame thrower things even if it's disencouraged when it's dry and windy like now.

But the branches of my other neighbour's willow tree is flying like pennants in the wind, so I'm not out there. I'm thinking of repairing my jacket, taking its disrepair and the violent winds as a sign that today is not a day for gardening.

I have lots of ideas, as to what I could do right now instead of sitting here typing.

I could go and make a batch of soap, or even try my hand at candle making, I have finally gotten all the bees wax cleaned, melted, and poured into small moulds, ready for use.

Or I could paint my white cup, the permanent, dishwasher safe markers finally turned up.

I could go and feed my hens, collecting the eggs, water my birthday roses still standing in containers waiting for me to weed where they are supposed to go before I plant them out.

I could go and pull off the painters tape from the windows of the shed, It is almost all painted by now.

But my head is still hazy and woozy from the headache, so no climbing ladders or anything today either.

I think I'll go and fetch the eggs, and maybe pick some dyeplants for drying on my way, and some herbs for dinner too. It's time to cook, actually.