tirsdag den 19. september 2023

Catch up ~ Indhente mig selv

Oops. I promised photos of pink flowers. Instead noting happened. Sorry. I was just too busy yesterday to whip up a post, and when I remembered, I was too tired and bed was calling.

Also I never made a poem on Cheeseburgers. I made the classic mistake of reading the poems on other blogs, and then my brain of course and expectedly went empty!

At least now I post my flowers. It's from the "save a flower" racks outside my local supermarket, where hopeless cases are marked down, or even free, They survived, but none of them are frost hardy, so I have to think where to place them for easy bringing inside when the frost arrives.

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Det er en upsi! I søndags lovede jeg gammelrosa blomster i går. I stedet kom der ... ingenting. Heller ikke noget digt om Cheeseburgere, der var emnet for mandagsdigtet. Jeg begik den klassiske brøler at læse digtene hos de andre deltagende bloggere først - og så gik den sorte klap selvfølgelig ned.
     Nu kan jeg da i det mindste vise blomsterne frem. Billederne blev taget i går, mens jeg fløj forvirret rundt som en anden skruk Uglemor. Da jeg endelig nåede til bloggen, var jeg ærligt talt for træt.
     Billederne kommer fra "red en blomst"-reolen inde i Helsinge. Der stiller de de mishandlede, halvdøde blomster ud til en billig penge, nogen gange endda gratis. De her tre har ligget i vand siden de kom hjem, og de er da også overlevet.



The ones having the -- at least close to -- Antique Pink flowers are Cuphea hyssopifolia, the false heather, Mexican heather, Hawaiian heather or elfin herb. The last one is Oxalis vulcanicola, volcanic sorrel. It should be edible -- we'll have to try it in the salad tonight.

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På dansk hedder dem med de 
gammelrosa blomster japansk myrtle - ikke nær så imponerende som de engelske navne. Den sidste i rækken er vulkansk surrkløver, det lyder da af noget. Den er spiselig, og det skal da prøves i salaten i aften.

En af de ting, jeg havde travlt med i går, var at høste og vaske og snitte og fryse alle vores rabarber inde de blev "efterårskedelige". Der var næsten 6 kg. Det, der mangler, endte i en rabarbertærte. Det havde vi da fortjent.
One of yesterdays busy things could be photographed. I pulled and washed and sliced and diced all our rhubarbs and put them in the freezer, as they were turning "autumn stale". All in al 6 kg. The missing amount ended up in a rhubarb pie yesterday evening. It was good!


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Next Monday: Dreams

4 kommentarer:

  1. You have been busy. Yum to the rhubarb. I must try and grow some again.
    I do love your saved plants too.
    I also hear you on not being able to read other people's work if I am to create my own. I obviously have a derivative mind. If I read, for example, other people's take on Words for Wednesday, any chance of a piece of my own is gone.

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    1. Thank you Rhubarbs are yummy -- and quite easy to grow if they are given loads of water and more than their share of the compost. They are a greedy species ;)
      We are not the only ones suffering from this "derivative mind" more complain about the same issues.

      Slet
  2. I like the idea of letting the flowers go cheaply or free to a person who might be able to save them.

    Good work on the rhubarb.

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    1. I like it too, and sometimes take home some of the hoepless cases.
      We love rhubarb pie, so that's a happy work.

      Slet

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