Den sidste Store Bededag

The very last of its kind

Aftenen inden den allersidste Store bededag bagte Skribenten som så ofte før varme hveder, medens Uglemor var flittig i haven og Ugleungerne spillede computerspil og lavede de sidste skoleopgaver.

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The Danish Holiday "Common Prayer Day", that from 1686 until this year has been celebrated on the 4th Friday after Easter has been abolished. I am sad.

We are celebrating for the last time with the baking and eating of hot buns. The Writer as so often before baked the buns while MotherOwl was busy in the garden.

Spelter - hveder bagt med speltmel
Wheat buns made with spelt flour.

Selve den sidste store bededag var blæsende og halvkold, men alligevel var Uglemor i haven om eftermiddagen og lugede bede. 
     Hønsene fik så meget ukrudt at de ikke gad mere.

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The holiday itself was windy and chill, but i the afternoon MotherOwl was in the garden anyway and the hens had so many weeds thrown at them, that even their hunger was stilled

Fordi det var meget blæsende, tog Skribenten ikke sin daglige cykeltur, så jeg overtalte ham til lige at løsne lidt af jorden i mit bed, så jeg nemmere kunne fjerne rødderne uden at overanstrenge min arme ryg. Han var svær at stoppe, heldigvis, og tog lige hele bedet.

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Because it was so windy, the Writer did not go for his usual bike ride. I asked him if he could maybe dig a bit of my bed so that I could pull all the weeds without hurting my back. He was unstoppable and dug the whole bed - what a pleasure.

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Jomfru Maria fik sine blomster og bønner.

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The Virgin Mary had her flowers and prayers.

      Store Bededag er en fridag, der har betydet meget for mig i de forgangne år. Det er så at sige en "gratis" fridag. Butikkerne er lukkede, så vi kan heller ikke tage på indkøb. Vi får ikke gæster, vi skal ikke i kirke. Kort sagt, vi har bare fri, der er ingen, der forventer noget af os, ingenting vi skal.
     Det kommer jeg i den grad til at savne i de kommende år, det, og så den her lettede, boblende frie fornemmelse, når dagen ender af "Tænk, det er kun lørdag i morgen!"

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The sunset found a tired but happy MotherOwl, and tomorrow it's only Saturday, another day off school! This feeling I am sorely going to miss in the years to come. It is so to say a "free" holiday. Nobody expects anything from us, the shops are closed, so we can't go shopping, we're not having any guests, we're not supposed to go to church (this is a Protestant prayer day only 😉 ),  there's not a thing in the calendar, and when the day ends I always have had this light, bubbly feeling. But regretfully for the last time this year.

Haveuglen kommer også til at savne en ekstra dag hvor han kan herse med os alle sammen.
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GardenOwl is also going to miss this opportunity to put us all to work.