Monday, while waiting for our birthday lady to arrive, I visited a second hand shop just across the street from where we were celebrating. I saw many interesting things there. A few of those I bought, most not.
I found - and bought - a tin of
I saw - and did not buy - bookends shaped like comic figures, a carefully wrapped CD with the soundtrack from Grease featuring Hopelessly Devoted to You, a book on gland diseases in bovine for veterinary students, and another on Greek elegies. It was a very good second hand shop, and I hope to go there again.
I found - and bought - an owl shaped lunch box (not featured) and these funny birds
If anybody has an inkling - or certain knowledge - of the use of these wooden creatures, I'd be happy to hear.
And with this I used the first batch of words from Words for Wednesday. Found here, and supplied by yours truly.
Here are all the words once again - I do not yet know if and for what I am going to use the second batch.
Alphabet
Bookends
Careful
Devoted
Gland
Elegy
and/or
Fabulous
Island
Legend
Mirror
Yak
Violent
onsdag den 31. juli 2024
tirsdag den 30. juli 2024
Words for Wednesday :: July 31 :: The Words
This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her
to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Alphabet
Bookends
Careful
Devoted
Gland
Elegy
Fabulous
Island
Legend
Mirror
Yak
Violent
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Alphabet
Bookends
Careful
Devoted
Gland
Elegy
Fabulous
Island
Legend
Mirror
Yak
Violent
Poetry Monday Catchup
Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the
prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is
taking a break for health reasons.
I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
I have been slacking, with blogging as with almost everything else (all due to good reasons) but now I'm trying to catch up. These last two days has been better, busy and still cloudy and windy, but NO RAIN!
Only due to no church and yet a birthday celebration, I suffered from the delusion that yesterday was Sunday! Of course it was not, and I am a day late with Poetry Monday. To make up for this, I also add a small haiku for the topic of last Monday, Conclusion.
As I normally resort writing one of the short, very regulated verse forms when I'm busy -- either a Haiku or an Elfje -- this is what I have done these last Mondays.
Monday July 22nd: Conclusion
A wise man told me
That a conclusion simply
Is a posh ending.
Monday, July 29th: Holiday
Holiday
A time
With fun relaxation.
We are longing for
Sunshine.
- - - - -
And for the coming Mondays we have these topics:
Aug. 5 Honey
Aug. 12 Cabinet
Aug. 19 Market
Aug. 26 Instrument
I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
I have been slacking, with blogging as with almost everything else (all due to good reasons) but now I'm trying to catch up. These last two days has been better, busy and still cloudy and windy, but NO RAIN!
Only due to no church and yet a birthday celebration, I suffered from the delusion that yesterday was Sunday! Of course it was not, and I am a day late with Poetry Monday. To make up for this, I also add a small haiku for the topic of last Monday, Conclusion.
As I normally resort writing one of the short, very regulated verse forms when I'm busy -- either a Haiku or an Elfje -- this is what I have done these last Mondays.
Monday July 22nd: Conclusion
A wise man told me
That a conclusion simply
Is a posh ending.
Monday, July 29th: Holiday
Holiday
A time
With fun relaxation.
We are longing for
Sunshine.
- - - - -
And for the coming Mondays we have these topics:
Aug. 5 Honey
Aug. 12 Cabinet
Aug. 19 Market
Aug. 26 Instrument
søndag den 28. juli 2024
Colour of the Month :: August
Wow, it's almost August already.
I have been absent for some time, We have illnesses in the family, I had the root canal treated tooth extracted after all - and only after a lot of tooth ache - and it is the most rainy summer holidays ever, despite which we are still celebrating all the many birthdays of our birthday season.
Each of these alone would be a good reason for not blogging much. Together they offer the perfect explanation for my prolonged "ghost presence" here ... at least I hope so.
The colour for August is a colour I would have found fitting for the weather and my mood in July. I hope to find more optimism and positivity in the days to come.
Today is the last Sunday of July. And the day to say good bye to July's colour:
The fields right now are this colour. Wednesday it did not rain in the evening, and I went for a short walk. Look how wonderful the views are over the ripening fields.
tirsdag den 23. juli 2024
Words for Wednesday :: July 24 :: The Words
This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her
to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Building
Tailfeather
Trees
Metal
Cloak
Linen
and/or
Boots
Ring
Spirit
Opera Mints
Phone
Whole
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Building
Tailfeather
Trees
Metal
Cloak
Linen
and/or
Boots
Ring
Spirit
Opera Mints
Phone
Whole
søndag den 21. juli 2024
tirsdag den 16. juli 2024
Words for Wednesday :: July 17 :: The Words
This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her
to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Harvest
Golden
Moon
Gentle
Cut
Stones
and/or
Order
Panic
Quince
Roses
Soliloquy
Table
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Harvest
Golden
Moon
Gentle
Cut
Stones
and/or
Order
Panic
Quince
Roses
Soliloquy
Table
mandag den 15. juli 2024
Poetry Monday :: Growth
Growth - It seems I cannot get away from whining about the weather and incessant rain. Well let it at least be nice and rhyming whinies then.
Growth is everywhere
Plants grow here and there
Weeds and beans,
Flowers, greens,
tomatoes and grains
Just because it rains.
Growth is here and there
In my place and their
weeds and tansies
peas and pansies
mildew and hen's banes
Just because it rains.
Growth is in the air
clouds like a nightmare.
Thunder rolls
and lightening flashes
Puddles in all holes
All is splish and splashes.
- - - - -
Next Monday: Conclusion
Growth is everywhere
Plants grow here and there
Weeds and beans,
Flowers, greens,
tomatoes and grains
Just because it rains.
Growth is here and there
In my place and their
weeds and tansies
peas and pansies
mildew and hen's banes
Just because it rains.
Growth is in the air
clouds like a nightmare.
Thunder rolls
and lightening flashes
Puddles in all holes
All is splish and splashes.
- - - - -
Next Monday: Conclusion
søndag den 14. juli 2024
Sunday Selections :: Colour24 :: Søndagsbilleder
Månedens farve juli
Kagekunst. Jeg købte en käsekuchen med frugtgelé hos vore polske bager.
Da jeg kom hjem med den, havde toppen smittet af på bagerpappet.
Moderne konditorkunst!
De havde også denne her sjove kage
GULDERODSKAGE
... jo, den er da fint gylden, og der er helt sikkert gulerødder i. Tihi.
Og en puppe. Jeg frygter den bliver til en stikkelsbærmåler.
Uanset endte den ude i haven igen.
Colour of the Month July
Kagekunst. Jeg købte en käsekuchen med frugtgelé hos vore polske bager.
Da jeg kom hjem med den, havde toppen smittet af på bagerpappet.
Moderne konditorkunst!
Bakery art. I bought a piece of berry cheesecake at our local, Polish bakery.
When I reached home, the jelly on top had made this impression inside the box.
Modern cake art!
When I reached home, the jelly on top had made this impression inside the box.
Modern cake art!
Bageren i et supermarked hvor de ikke er til højere kagekunst, havde disse her muffins.
Nej, jeg købte ikke nogen, og Ugleungerne plagede heller ikke.
Nej, jeg købte ikke nogen, og Ugleungerne plagede heller ikke.
At a bakery in a supermarket, where cake art is not high priority I found these muffins.
No, I did not buy any, I only brought home this photo. Nobody asked for me to buy some.
No, I did not buy any, I only brought home this photo. Nobody asked for me to buy some.
De havde også denne her sjove kage
GULDERODSKAGE
... jo, den er da fint gylden, og der er helt sikkert gulerødder i. Tihi.
They also had this cake with a funny spelling mistake: GULDERODSKAGE:
GULEROD means carrot, GULD means gold
And yes this cake sure is golden, and with carrots, but why combine the words in this crazy way?
KAGE means cake - you might have guessed.
GULEROD means carrot, GULD means gold
And yes this cake sure is golden, and with carrots, but why combine the words in this crazy way?
KAGE means cake - you might have guessed.
Og en puppe. Jeg frygter den bliver til en stikkelsbærmåler.
Uanset endte den ude i haven igen.
And a pupa. I fear that it turns into a gooseberryleave-eanting Magpie moth.
I put it back into the garden anyway.
I put it back into the garden anyway.
fredag den 12. juli 2024
Words for Wednesday :: part 2 or 3 or maybe 4 :: Gylfi & Thora 11
This last Wednesday I came up with the Words for Words for Wednesday. I wrote a whiney weather post, using the Words, but they also fit in with my continuing story of Gylfi and Thora. As usual I am
using the words in the order they were given
Here they are:
Agile
Bleak
Comfort
Dull
Even
Full
and/or
This photo from Spencer Gurley, courtesy of Pexels
I continue the story from where I let off last Monday - I seem to be late in using the words in July - well here it is still Friday a few minutes more at least
using the words in the order they were given
Here they are:
Agile
Bleak
Comfort
Dull
Even
Full
and/or
This photo from Spencer Gurley, courtesy of Pexels
I continue the story from where I let off last Monday - I seem to be late in using the words in July - well here it is still Friday a few minutes more at least
-- 👀 --
Gylfi entered the room just as Thora hung up. "Who was it?" he asked letting down the catch of the day in the sink.
"The Fins," Thora replied. "They are on their way to Turku, and are going to brave the portals on their own."
"Fine, I have something I want to test," Gylfi said. "Would you mind preparing the fish, while I get them. What a luck I did not stop when I had enough for the two of us. I'll be hungry when we return."
"What mischief have you planned now!" Thora asked.
"Teleporting," Gylfi answered. "I have been practising every day, sometimes even more times a day. And I can teleport with the neighbour's cow for short distances."
Thora began laughing, "That's why Starri's Hildur has been complaining that her cow gives less milk recently. I overheard her at the bakers'." she turned serious: "But teleporting is dangerous."
"As I said, I have been practising, and I think I'm just naturally good at it. It's easy, and it does not make me dizzy or tired as portals and other kinds of magic does."
"You're a strange one, Gylfi," Thora said lovingly, "I'll take care of fish and whatever, just drink up your tea, have a few more cookies, and remember to bring some along when you go and get the Finnish twins, these caves are not a place for prolonged stays."
Gylfi smiled at Thora while he ate the last of yet another cookie, then he wrapped some in a napkin and stuffed in his pockets. He rose: "Thank you. I promise to take care, and only take one of them at a time. No need to hurry and risk our future teachers."
"Great, I look forward to seeing you, and them, home again."
Shortly after she heard the roar of Gylfi's old car and began scaling the fish.
Gylfi arrived at the end of the bumpy road near the farm before darkness fell. He parked the car well away from the farmhouse and with agile steps climbed the nearest mound. Yes, he could see the cave from there, he looked around, painting an inner picture of his surroundings. The glacier looked bleak in the van evening light. He had to hurry. He pulled out his wand, looked at the distant glacier and cast the spell.
He stood at the entrance to the cave.
He entered the cave, and when he no longer could see the road, and thus also was not visible from outside, he pulled his staff and with a softspoken Ljús and a swish it emitted a clear, golden light. He took comfort in the fact that he knew where he was going this time around. Caves were one of his weaknesses, never admitted to anybody, but he felt the pressure of the masses of stone and earth and ice on top of him almost like a physical pressure.
A gleam of dull blue told him that Taavi had lit his wand as well and was near the little portal in the back of the cave. He called, and even this small sound filled up the cave with warmth and life - and bats. Gylfi ducked, as the bats flew over his head and out into the new night.
He turned his light up to full and walked briskly over to the twins. The cave was unusually dry and it was easy gong. They greeted one another and the twins gladly accepted a couple of Thora's cookies.
torsdag den 11. juli 2024
Weather Whining! ~ WfW July 10
Is this summer?
Mimi at Messymimi's Meanderings has written s funny, witty and sunshiney post today - but oh, it makes me long for real summer and icecream cones.
We're already two full weeks and a bit into the Summer holidays and even past summer solstice, for heaven's sake, but we STILL have measly 17 degress. The sky is dull and cloudy and we see drizzle now and again.
We should be outside moaning a bit in the heat, collecting sunrays and memories as a comfort against the coming winter.
If this continues - and the forecast looks bleak - we're in for a winter with an upswing of seasonal depressions once again.
This is the weather forecast from YR.NO the Norwegian TV (NRK) and the Norwegian Meteorological Institute -- no, I have no idea how this turns into YR. It uses the same data as does the Danish ones, but its user interface is less bad.
Ever since BedreVejr.dk went offline the weather has been lousy. We hope for a return in the fullness of time.
And for this sorry piece, I used all the written prompts for this week's Words for Wednesday, given by me, but not the photo.
Agile
Bleak
Comfort
Dull
Even
Full
and/or
This photo from Spencer Gurley, Pexels
Mimi at Messymimi's Meanderings has written s funny, witty and sunshiney post today - but oh, it makes me long for real summer and icecream cones.
We're already two full weeks and a bit into the Summer holidays and even past summer solstice, for heaven's sake, but we STILL have measly 17 degress. The sky is dull and cloudy and we see drizzle now and again.
We should be outside moaning a bit in the heat, collecting sunrays and memories as a comfort against the coming winter.
If this continues - and the forecast looks bleak - we're in for a winter with an upswing of seasonal depressions once again.
This is the weather forecast from YR.NO the Norwegian TV (NRK) and the Norwegian Meteorological Institute -- no, I have no idea how this turns into YR. It uses the same data as does the Danish ones, but its user interface is less bad.
Ever since BedreVejr.dk went offline the weather has been lousy. We hope for a return in the fullness of time.
And for this sorry piece, I used all the written prompts for this week's Words for Wednesday, given by me, but not the photo.
Agile
Bleak
Comfort
Dull
Even
Full
and/or
This photo from Spencer Gurley, Pexels
tirsdag den 9. juli 2024
Words for Wednesday :: July 10 :: The Words
This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her
to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Agile
Bleak
Comfort
Dull
Even
Full
and/or
This photo from Spencer Gurley, Pexels
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Agile
Bleak
Comfort
Dull
Even
Full
and/or
This photo from Spencer Gurley, Pexels
mandag den 8. juli 2024
Poetry Monday :: Candid
Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the
prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is
taking a break for health reasons.
I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
This Monday's prompt is Candid
Candid ... this word means frank, outspoken, forthright.Today my poetry muse is stupid - maybe she's still in holiday mode. The only thing she comes up with is an old joke rhyme in Danish. It may hail from the old Autograph Albums of my childhood. And it is in Danish too. A translation into English will follow.
I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
This Monday's prompt is Candid
Candid ... this word means frank, outspoken, forthright.Today my poetry muse is stupid - maybe she's still in holiday mode. The only thing she comes up with is an old joke rhyme in Danish. It may hail from the old Autograph Albums of my childhood. And it is in Danish too. A translation into English will follow.
-- 👼 --
Dagens ord er Candid - der betyder ligefrem, oprigtig eller noget i den dur.
Min muse er vist stadig på ferie eller måske i drillehumør. I hvert fald er det eneste, hun har at tilbyde dette gamle vers, måske fra min barndoms poesibøger.
-- 👼 --
At sætte mig til poesi
det er der ingen mening i.
Nu har jeg siddet her en time
og kan ikke få det til at rime.
To make me write in poetry
Is meaningless as well can be
I sat an hour here and see
No rhyme to show for my travail.
-- 👼 --
Next Monday: Growth. I hope my muse is back and rested by then.
Words for Wednesday :: Thora & Gylfi 10
Finally I got myself pried away from gardening, Tour de France and other chores and projects and finished the next chapter in my continuing story of Thora and Gylfi. The Words were:
Fish
Kettle
Black
Human
Cloister
Serene
And/or
Flagstone
Quarry
Bush
Rowan
Finnish
Mango
I continue where I left off, using the words in the order they were given as usual - only not mango. It did not fit in.
Some days later, Gylfi was out fishing. He did not use any magic, but still he caught enough fish for dinner and some more, he gutted them and returned home.
Thora had been working in the garden, tending the early greens and encouraging them to grow, at the same time discouraging the aphids and other pests from eating their edibles and instead eating those that Thora and Gylfi regarded as weeds. She picked some early greens and flowers and herbs. Potatoes were still to be had in the root cellar, as were various cabbages and other roots. Soon the potatoes were simmering, and the other greens cleaned and cut. She buttered a huge pan and spread the roots and greens in it. Then she filled the herbs and spices in a glass, cut them with her scissors and added salt. This she would sprinkle over the fish before consigning them to the oven. She also filled the kettle with fresh water; black tea to warm them both after a day spent in the still cool Icelandic spring was a luxury they did not want to do without, they were human after all, and the warmth spell demanded much mental energy to maintain.
While she waited for Gylfi to return home, she said her evening devotions. She looked at the photo of the cloister from the former Carmelite monastery in Elsinore. That place exuded a serene, almost holy atmosphere even from the old black and white photo. She wanted to go there again soon. The flagstones in the photo caught her eyes. A legend told that if you stayed in the cloister on a night where the moon was full, Kirstin Munk, the morganatic wife of king Christian IV, was supposed to appear where the light of the full moon fell on a certain flagstone.
Thora did not believe this to be true. But the old monastery held a fascination to her. She was awakened from her wool-gatherings by her owl, Brúnleita, that landed on the window sill with a small bird in it's sharp claws. Thora rose, and gently asked Brúnleta to let go of her quarry.
Protesting, but knowing that Thora was the master, the owl let go of the still fighting bird. Thora held it carefully and examined it with eyes and magic. Miraculously it had only a few punctures to the skin, nothing internal was damaged, only squeezed a bit. Thora gently placed the small bird in a bush under a huge rowan tree and put a protecting spell on it. The spell would wear off, but now it stood a chance.
Thora gave Brúnleita one of the savoury biscuits she kept for this purpose, and told her not to bring birds into the house. "If you must catch birds, eat them before you come here," she said sternly. The owl hooted softly and flew off to the rowan tree to sulk and eat her biscuit. Thora laughed to herself. She suspected the owl of deliberately bringing in an unharmed bird now and then to get the treats.
The phone rang, and as Thora picked it up and said: "Hello, Thora speaking," a lot of statics and a jumble of words followed. For a second Thora was about to hang up, then she recognised Taavi's voice and the Finnish word for hello. She quickly pulled out her wand and cast the language spell, hoping it would work through the telephone as well. It did, and Taavi told Thora that he and Tähti were on their way to the portal in Turku.
"Great," Thora said. "Have you decided to brave the portals alone?"
---
"Yes, fine! Just wait in the cave and I or Gylfi will be there -- See you! - Bye."
Fish
Kettle
Black
Human
Cloister
Serene
And/or
Flagstone
Quarry
Bush
Rowan
Finnish
Mango
I continue where I left off, using the words in the order they were given as usual - only not mango. It did not fit in.
Some days later, Gylfi was out fishing. He did not use any magic, but still he caught enough fish for dinner and some more, he gutted them and returned home.
Thora had been working in the garden, tending the early greens and encouraging them to grow, at the same time discouraging the aphids and other pests from eating their edibles and instead eating those that Thora and Gylfi regarded as weeds. She picked some early greens and flowers and herbs. Potatoes were still to be had in the root cellar, as were various cabbages and other roots. Soon the potatoes were simmering, and the other greens cleaned and cut. She buttered a huge pan and spread the roots and greens in it. Then she filled the herbs and spices in a glass, cut them with her scissors and added salt. This she would sprinkle over the fish before consigning them to the oven. She also filled the kettle with fresh water; black tea to warm them both after a day spent in the still cool Icelandic spring was a luxury they did not want to do without, they were human after all, and the warmth spell demanded much mental energy to maintain.
While she waited for Gylfi to return home, she said her evening devotions. She looked at the photo of the cloister from the former Carmelite monastery in Elsinore. That place exuded a serene, almost holy atmosphere even from the old black and white photo. She wanted to go there again soon. The flagstones in the photo caught her eyes. A legend told that if you stayed in the cloister on a night where the moon was full, Kirstin Munk, the morganatic wife of king Christian IV, was supposed to appear where the light of the full moon fell on a certain flagstone.
Thora did not believe this to be true. But the old monastery held a fascination to her. She was awakened from her wool-gatherings by her owl, Brúnleita, that landed on the window sill with a small bird in it's sharp claws. Thora rose, and gently asked Brúnleta to let go of her quarry.
Protesting, but knowing that Thora was the master, the owl let go of the still fighting bird. Thora held it carefully and examined it with eyes and magic. Miraculously it had only a few punctures to the skin, nothing internal was damaged, only squeezed a bit. Thora gently placed the small bird in a bush under a huge rowan tree and put a protecting spell on it. The spell would wear off, but now it stood a chance.
Thora gave Brúnleita one of the savoury biscuits she kept for this purpose, and told her not to bring birds into the house. "If you must catch birds, eat them before you come here," she said sternly. The owl hooted softly and flew off to the rowan tree to sulk and eat her biscuit. Thora laughed to herself. She suspected the owl of deliberately bringing in an unharmed bird now and then to get the treats.
The phone rang, and as Thora picked it up and said: "Hello, Thora speaking," a lot of statics and a jumble of words followed. For a second Thora was about to hang up, then she recognised Taavi's voice and the Finnish word for hello. She quickly pulled out her wand and cast the language spell, hoping it would work through the telephone as well. It did, and Taavi told Thora that he and Tähti were on their way to the portal in Turku.
"Great," Thora said. "Have you decided to brave the portals alone?"
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"Yes, fine! Just wait in the cave and I or Gylfi will be there -- See you! - Bye."
... to be continued
søndag den 7. juli 2024
Sunday Selection & Colour24
As usual our weather is playing the "Who, me?" game with me. I go out to do something in the garden ... it begins raining. I go in and do indoor work or watch Tour de France - the rain stops.
Look for yourself how innocent our weather acts here. The big puddles and the wet tarmac are giveaways, the trees were still dripping wet.
Vejret leger sit sædvanlige kispus med mig for øjeblikket. Når jeg går ud i haven, begynder det straks at regne. Går jeg indenfor og rydder op eller følger med i Tour de France, ja så skinner solen øjeblikkeligt.
Prøv bare at se hvordan vejret spiller uskyldig og siger: "Hvem, mig?" Det bliver bare afsløret af de store pytter og den våde asfalt. Træerne dryppede stadig.
Look for yourself how innocent our weather acts here. The big puddles and the wet tarmac are giveaways, the trees were still dripping wet.
Vejret leger sit sædvanlige kispus med mig for øjeblikket. Når jeg går ud i haven, begynder det straks at regne. Går jeg indenfor og rydder op eller følger med i Tour de France, ja så skinner solen øjeblikkeligt.
Prøv bare at se hvordan vejret spiller uskyldig og siger: "Hvem, mig?" Det bliver bare afsløret af de store pytter og den våde asfalt. Træerne dryppede stadig.
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But despite the rain, I picked some golden berries,
Men mellem bygerne fik jeg plukket nogle gyldne bær.
These golden gooseberries were made into the tiniest amount of soft fruit cheese together with some white redcurrants I found while weeding.
I had to make room for the bush, which I picked as well. It stood next to the road and a driveway, and I feared that the farmer would run over or in other ways harm the goldenberried bush. De gyldne stikkelsbær blev lavet til en bittelille portion semi-gelé sammen med nogle hvide hindbær, som jeg fandt, mens jeg lugede.
Jeg var nødt til at gøre plads til hele busken som jeg tog med hjem. Den stod et dumt sted, og jeg frygtede, at landmanden ville pløje den væk eller køre den over inden næste sommer.
Semi-geleen blev testet til aftensmaden og smager supergodt.
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The bush with the golden berries now in my unruly garden. I imagined fruit bushes with an undergrowth of strawberries - the bindweed imagined a playground. So far 1-0.
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Now for the colour of the month and what else happened photo-wise in this past week.
Og nu til månedens farve, og hvad der ellers endte i kameraet i den forgangne uge.
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En stribet tæge (sikke da et opfindsomt navn). Den kan vi takke de varmere somre for, jeg har aldrig set én før
A striped bug - yes it's called thus, so very ingenious 😉
Thanks to global warming it now thrives in Denmark. I never saw it before.
Thanks to global warming it now thrives in Denmark. I never saw it before.
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Og så har jeg fået et nyt, gammelt køleskab. Det skulle smides ud, og da jeg længe har ønsket mig et køleskab til syltetøj og sæbeprojekter, skyndte Storesøster at redde det. Først slæbte Minimax og Spirillen det ind i huset og op ad trappen, så stod det op et helt døgn, for at være sikker på at væskerne var sevet tilbage på plads efter den liggende transport i Storesøsters lille bil.
Så blev det vasket og vasket én gang til! Der groede sjove ting under hylder og i krogene. Så fik jeg Spirillen og Minimax til at hjælpe mig med projekt løft et køleskab på plads. Og så sluttede jeg det til strømmen. Det brummede sagte, og næste morgen var det koldt! Så flyttede syltetøj og sæbeingredienser ind.
Uglemor er taknemmelig over hjælpsomme og betænksomme Ugleunger.
Køleskabet skal dekoreres udenpå, det bliver næste projekt.
And I had a new, old fridge. It was destined for the landfill, and since I wanted a fridge for jams and soap projects for a long time, BigSis rushed in to save it. Then Minimax and Marsupilami dragged it into the house and up the stairs, then it stood for a whole day to make sure that all the fluids had seeped back into place after the horizontal transport in BigSis' small car.
Then it was washed and washed once again! Funky things grew under shelves and in the nooks and crannies. Then I called in Marsupilami and Minimax once again to help me with project lift a fridge into place. And then I plugged it in and turned it on. It hummed softly and the next morning it was cold! Then jam and soap ingredients moved in.
MotherOwl is very grateful for helpful Owlets.
It will next be decorated on the outside, that will be a project for another rainy day.
Then it was washed and washed once again! Funky things grew under shelves and in the nooks and crannies. Then I called in Marsupilami and Minimax once again to help me with project lift a fridge into place. And then I plugged it in and turned it on. It hummed softly and the next morning it was cold! Then jam and soap ingredients moved in.
MotherOwl is very grateful for helpful Owlets.
It will next be decorated on the outside, that will be a project for another rainy day.
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Månedens farve er sikkert rundt omkring på billederne,
ellers kommer den her.
Uudsprungne rejnfan-blomster er præcis den farve.
I am sure the colour of the month can be found
here and there in my photos,
but here it is. Tansy buds are the exact right colour.
here and there in my photos,
but here it is. Tansy buds are the exact right colour.
Etiketter:
Bær,
Colour24,
Sunday Selections,
Syltetøj,
Søndagsbilleder,
Tak,
Ugleunger,
Vejr
onsdag den 3. juli 2024
IWSG
One day late - because I did not have the time to use my own words
Conrgatualtion to all celebrating 4th of July.
Conrgatualtion to all celebrating 4th of July.
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Yesterday was also the first Wednesday of the month. Time for the monthly Question from the Insecure Writers' Support Group
July 3 question - What are your favorite writing processing (e.g. Word, Scrivener, yWriter, Dabble), writing apps, software, and tools? Why do you recommend them? And which one is your all time favorite that you cannot live without and use daily or at least whenever you write?
My answer - I use Word for pure writing of text and Publisher in an antiquated version for anything else. None of them are my fave tools, and I so could do without the new Word given a decent alternative.
If I had freedom of choice, I'd like to use the WordPerfect of old (version 5.1, please). I still miss many of the functionalities this program offered, and which the revived version do not any more include.
I like to use keystrokes for formatting instead of mouseclicks, and I really dislike the new User Interface in Word, that replaced the logical dropdown menus with obscure "options in a box".
I am going to visit all of the IWSG blogs this time around, looking at your recommendations and testing them out.
My answer - I use Word for pure writing of text and Publisher in an antiquated version for anything else. None of them are my fave tools, and I so could do without the new Word given a decent alternative.
If I had freedom of choice, I'd like to use the WordPerfect of old (version 5.1, please). I still miss many of the functionalities this program offered, and which the revived version do not any more include.
I like to use keystrokes for formatting instead of mouseclicks, and I really dislike the new User Interface in Word, that replaced the logical dropdown menus with obscure "options in a box".
I am going to visit all of the IWSG blogs this time around, looking at your recommendations and testing them out.
tirsdag den 2. juli 2024
Words for Wednesday :: July 3 :: The Words
PLEASE NOTE - Comments are regularly not posted, they are put in "Spam jail". I try my best to free them as soon as possible and to notify Blogger each and every time. But I have to eat, sleep and in general do other things. sorry.
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This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.
This post goes live at 16.01 Tuesday my time. I have found out - hopefully now correct - that this is when Wednesday begins in Canberra.
For today the prompt are:
Fish
Kettle
Black
Human
Cloister
Serene
And/or
Flagstone
Quarry
Bush
Rowan
Finnish
Mango
mandag den 1. juli 2024
Colour24 July :: Light Ivory ~ Lys elfenben
Nu siger vi farvel til juni måned og farven
Juli måneds farve er:
Now we say good bye to the colour of June
Det gør jeg med de her smukke, grønne ærteplanter. Og se lige de blomster og de bælge altså. Den kommer helt sikker til at blive i min have, med mindre altså at de smager rædsomt. Sort Blauwschokker.
We do so with these pretty green pea plants. And notice those flowers and those pods, it is a keeper, unless of course it's very tasteless. Name of the beauty: Blauwschokker. Juli måneds farve er:
is the colour of July.
For et par dage siden høstede jge blomster til plantefarvning, gele og urtesalte. Og se lige, nogle af tallerkensmækkerne har lige den farve!Tuesday I picked flowers for dyeing, jellies and herbal salts, and look! some of the nasturtium have this colour!
Poetry Monday :: Free Choice
Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the
prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is
taking a break for health reasons.
This Monday's prompt is either Canada Day or Free Choice. As I'm not a Canadian I go with Free Choice. And right now everything is growing, ripening and ready for picking, this is what I write about.
This Monday's prompt is either Canada Day or Free Choice. As I'm not a Canadian I go with Free Choice. And right now everything is growing, ripening and ready for picking, this is what I write about.
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Happy Canada Day to all celebrating
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Happy Canada Day to all celebrating
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We are picking plums and cherries
blue- and rasp- and other berries
we are busy
almost dizzy
swallows soaring in the sky
Herbs and spices we are drying
saving up for food and dyeing.
Chives and parsley
growing sparsely
We greet showers from up high.
In the forest mushrooms popping
standing close as people shopping,
In the fall when
they are all grown
we will bring them home to fry.
In the evening pots are steaming
I am stirring, I am dreaming
larder's growing
jams all glowing
Bats are chirping in the sky.
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Next Monday: Candid
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