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 co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise River at Drifting through Life has taken over as our new coordinator. Thanks!
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Squad
Cemetery
Flowers
Painted
Cross
and/or:
Barely
Money
Eat
Freedom
Courage
The election yesterday gave the expected outcome. So excuse this dreary monologue. My municipality is as yet undecided, but it'll be right-wing and nationalistic.
The squad I expected to be in, is in and the powers of the dark dance at the cemetery and kick the flowers away. The crosses are painted dark or red and white (national colours of Denmark).
The powers that be share the fame and the money among themselves, growing fat and bloated like the tyrants of old, while poor people barely have enough to buy something to eat.
We need to find the courage to once again fight for our freedom, for the nature, for the needy, and for the future.
onsdag den 19. november 2025
mandag den 17. november 2025
Poetry Monday :: In a Cave
Mandagsdigtet :: I en hule
Poetry Monday - what's that? It is a blogging game, that 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 and relaxation, travelling the world with
her husband as far as we can tell. We just hope she's going to take
back over once she returns home.
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Today's prompt is In a Cave. Sometimes I think it is too obvious that our prompts are really drawing prompts. This is one of the occasions. But well, Poeming must happen.
I do not often talk politics on my blog, but tomorrow is election day for the local elections.
Election days are per tradition Tuesdays in Denmark.
Sometimes I would like to live in a cave
Tomorrow's election, and we must be brave.
We must venture out, cast a vote on our fave
Alas I am fearful, the future is grave
Too many mean ones, too many to stave
with my single ballot, but I must be brave
If I just do nothing the way I do pave
For evil, pollution and slave.
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: In a Cave - I en hule. Nogen gange er det næsten alt for tydeligt at det er stikortd til at tegne efter, også i dag. Men digtes, ja, det skal der!
Jeg drømmer nu om at bo i en hule
Jeg frygter i morgen, jeg kan ikke skjule
at valget i morgen med alt dets ballade
er over os. Jeg frygter for skade
på marker og enge og fugle.
Det skræmmer en granvoksen ugle!
Det her er et eksempel på det, der skræmmer mig -- 😟 😶 -- This poster scares me
Smuk farve - skræmmende budskab -- 😟 😶 -- Beautiful colour - scary message
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Today's prompt is In a Cave. Sometimes I think it is too obvious that our prompts are really drawing prompts. This is one of the occasions. But well, Poeming must happen.
I do not often talk politics on my blog, but tomorrow is election day for the local elections.
Election days are per tradition Tuesdays in Denmark.
Sometimes I would like to live in a cave
Tomorrow's election, and we must be brave.
We must venture out, cast a vote on our fave
Alas I am fearful, the future is grave
Too many mean ones, too many to stave
with my single ballot, but I must be brave
If I just do nothing the way I do pave
For evil, pollution and slave.
- - A - - B - - C - -
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: In a Cave - I en hule. Nogen gange er det næsten alt for tydeligt at det er stikortd til at tegne efter, også i dag. Men digtes, ja, det skal der!
Jeg drømmer nu om at bo i en hule
Jeg frygter i morgen, jeg kan ikke skjule
at valget i morgen med alt dets ballade
er over os. Jeg frygter for skade
på marker og enge og fugle.
Det skræmmer en granvoksen ugle!
Det her er et eksempel på det, der skræmmer mig -- 😟 😶 -- This poster scares me
Smuk farve - skræmmende budskab -- 😟 😶 -- Beautiful colour - scary message
 |
| This message translates roughly to: "There's most of us." The party behind this poster advocates for remigration and more freedom for farmers. I hope there's more of the rest of us, but I really fear for the future. |
søndag den 16. november 2025
Sunday Selections ~ Søndagsbilleder
Dagur íslenskrar tungu
I dag burde jeg skrive mit opslag på islandsk, da det er det islandske sprogs dag, og islandsk, der jo er magiens sprog på Enhjørningegården, altid har haft en stor plads i mit hjerte. Men jeg tror jeg afholder mig, dels ville det nok tage mig resten af dagen, dels ville det nok være så fuldt af fejl, at det ville være næsten ulæseligt.
Så jeg nøjes med at sige til hamingju með daginn íslenskrar tungu - tillykke med det islandske sprogs dag.
Today, I ought to write my post in Icelandic, as it is Icelandic Language Day, and Icelandic, the language of magic at the Unicorn Farm, has always had a big place in my heart. But I think I'll refrain from doing so, partly because it would take me the rest of today, partly because it would probably be so full of errors that it would be almost unreadable.
So I'll just say til hamingju með daginn íslenskrar tungu - Happy Icelandic Language Day.
Tilbage i januar 2024, da jeg fik fjernet min galdeblære, spurgte jeg om jeg kunne få stenene med hjem. Jeg havde ingen idé om, hvad jeg ville med dem, hvis jeg fik dem. Jeg fik én, den største, på 2½ x knap 2 cm, resten var for smuldrende ... men der var mange. Lige siden har den ligget i en pose på mit skrivebord, ligget i vejen, er måske det rette ord, for hvad skulle jeg egentlig med den? Jeg ville ikke bare smide den ud. Endelig i går, da det var smukt, klart vejr, og himlen en fortryllende lys himmelblå, plantede jeg en lægealant i et hul ovenpå galdestenen. På engelsk har planten meget sjovere navne, elvertidsel eller heste-helbrederen. Det tiltaler mig, og nu håber jeg på at blive stærk som en hest 😃
Back in January 2024, when I had my gallbladder removed, I asked if I could have the stones. I had no idea what I would do with them if I got them. I got one, the largest, measuring 2½ times just under 2 cm; the rest were too crumbly ... but there were many. Ever since then, it has been lying in a bag on my desk, getting in the way really, because what was I to do with it? I didn't want to just throw it out after all the trouble.
Finally, yesterday, when the weather was beautiful and clear, and the sky was an enchanting light sky blue, I planted a plant in a hole on top of the gallstone. The plant was an elecampane also known as elfdock or horse-heal. I hope to grow healthy as a horse now 😃
Den historie tæller også som månedesn farve Plantekassen øverst til højre er ikke helt ved siden af i hvert fald
Så jeg nøjes med at sige til hamingju með daginn íslenskrar tungu - tillykke med det islandske sprogs dag.
Today, I ought to write my post in Icelandic, as it is Icelandic Language Day, and Icelandic, the language of magic at the Unicorn Farm, has always had a big place in my heart. But I think I'll refrain from doing so, partly because it would take me the rest of today, partly because it would probably be so full of errors that it would be almost unreadable.
So I'll just say til hamingju með daginn íslenskrar tungu - Happy Icelandic Language Day.
--- 💙 ---
Tilbage i januar 2024, da jeg fik fjernet min galdeblære, spurgte jeg om jeg kunne få stenene med hjem. Jeg havde ingen idé om, hvad jeg ville med dem, hvis jeg fik dem. Jeg fik én, den største, på 2½ x knap 2 cm, resten var for smuldrende ... men der var mange. Lige siden har den ligget i en pose på mit skrivebord, ligget i vejen, er måske det rette ord, for hvad skulle jeg egentlig med den? Jeg ville ikke bare smide den ud. Endelig i går, da det var smukt, klart vejr, og himlen en fortryllende lys himmelblå, plantede jeg en lægealant i et hul ovenpå galdestenen. På engelsk har planten meget sjovere navne, elvertidsel eller heste-helbrederen. Det tiltaler mig, og nu håber jeg på at blive stærk som en hest 😃
Finally, yesterday, when the weather was beautiful and clear, and the sky was an enchanting light sky blue, I planted a plant in a hole on top of the gallstone. The plant was an elecampane also known as elfdock or horse-heal. I hope to grow healthy as a horse now 😃
Den historie tæller også som månedesn farve Plantekassen øverst til højre er ikke helt ved siden af i hvert fald
-- 💙 ---
This story also counts towards the colour of the month. The plant container in the upper right corner is not much off.
fredag den 14. november 2025
Words for Wednesday ~ Father Paul's Second Quandary
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 co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise River at Drifting through Life has taken over as our new coordinator. Thanks!
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Technique
Think
Taught
Way
Completely
and/or:
Learn
Write
Exist
Reading
Lost
I read the words on Wednesday, and then I took a long, warm soak. Bathing always makes me think. This time my thoughts went to my dear Father Paul from Mary, Allan and the End of the World. But it was not until today I finally found time to sit down and write out what I though.
All this happens years, maybe 15 years after Father Paul's Quandary
Father Paul had begun to feel old. He was the only priest in their settlement. As far as he knew, he was the only priest on all of the Earth. They had found another settlement in what had been the south of Italy, and the Italians had all moved close to their settlement, making a satellite village, where Father Paul went every Saturday evening and did what priestly things had to be done, mostly baptisms and confessions. Early Sunday morning, he celebrated mass and then walked back home in time for mass in the big "town" where all the rest of the settlers lived in small clusters, much like the villages of old Europe. But now he was beginning to tire, and on his weekly treks he was thinking. One Sunday after mass he spoke with Allan and Mary and Tom, the old pilot who had been the rock steady leader of the community for years, but now had stepped down to give room for younger people.
Father Paul scratched his long, grey beard and looked at them: "I have been thinking, lately. We survived the end of the world, didn't we. But if it was the end of the world, what then? God promised to be with us all days until the end of the world. Did the world really end, and am I only a parody of a priest? ... and more to the point, what will happen when I die?"
"You've been doing some tough thinking," Tom said. I am not a theologian, I was never good at discussing fine points from the Bible for days on end."
"I'm no better," Allan said. "I always asked the priest when I had that kind of questions. I always meant to ask you such questions, but I never made it that far. We've been busy ..."
"And now we're old ... " father Paul said despondently. "It's not dying that scares me, I'll happily meet my Creator and Boss," he smiled softly, "But the thought that scares me is: 'what will happen to the world' I feel that, striving as we are, we're only a parenthetical bump on the last pages of Earth's cruel history."
In the end Tom declared a common day of prayer and fasting on the next Friday.
It was Robert who after the day of fasting and prayers asked to have the word. He started by carefully opening Father Paul's worn Bible and reading aloud from Matthew 28.20: "Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world" When I studied - he looked directly at Fr. Paul - you see I had the idea of becoming a priest once too, but then I had trouble with so many things, languages, celibacy, obedience ... that my mentor sent me back home to think it over, I then became a mechanics ... and met Liza, he said smiling fondly at his wife, having her hands full with their children. But we were always reading this chapter as "All days until the ends of the world" - plural, not the end. And tell me - where does the world end?" He looked at them all after his rhetorical question. "No, the world has no ends. This is one of God's jokes." He turned once again to Father Paul: "Tell me, please, does your sacraments still work? Are we still cleansed in baptism, forgiven when you say 'Ego te absolvo', and are bread and wine still turned into blood and body of our lord Jesus Christ upon your word?"
Father Paul rose to his feet and looked admiringly and with gleaming eyes at the young man. "You're right, and what more is, you have put it in terms I, and anybody else can if not verify, then at least feel. Of course we still have to believe, but ... I'm convinced. The ends of the world indeed," He sat down laughing.
Robert waited for silence to be restored before continuing: "And furthermore I was taught that in times of need anyone, even those not baptized, can baptise whomever needs it in any kind of water, only not beer or pee. Am I even right there, Father?"
Father Paul managed: "Water, any kind of water, not beer, milk soup or any such," before he began laughing in earnest. His laughter was echoed from many of the people gathered in the room.
Robert continued: "Really it's no laughing matter, but I was also taught that God understands laughter, whereas the devil does not. So to resume ... In the same way, you are the only priest of the whole world, as far as we know anyway, and in times of need you will legitimately be able to create new priests when you find the right ones."
Robert sat down and Father Paul went over to him, where he sat next to his wife. they spoke together in low voices for a short while, then Fr. Paul went to the lectern. He looked around at the people in the big room, drew a deep breath and said: "Thank you, Robert. Thank you everybody. We have all come a long way from when we thought the world ended. According to Robert it has not, and won't before its time is truly up. Not by any human derision, but in God's own time." He smiled and looked at everybody, they looked back at him, some of the children fidgeting.
He continued: "I'll keep this short. Because still I'm not as young as I used to be, and your propensity to multiply and fill the world is wearing me down. I need help. And Robert just volunteered to become a permanent deacon, able to baptise, marry, and hold sermons. He already gave us a nice test sermon, I dare say. And if anybody has anything to say against him being thus ordained speak now - or at least before next Sunday to me privately - or be silent ever after!"
Here ends this spin-of from Mary, Allan and the End of the World.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise River at Drifting through Life has taken over as our new coordinator. Thanks!
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Technique
Think
Taught
Way
Completely
and/or:
Learn
Write
Exist
Reading
Lost
I read the words on Wednesday, and then I took a long, warm soak. Bathing always makes me think. This time my thoughts went to my dear Father Paul from Mary, Allan and the End of the World. But it was not until today I finally found time to sit down and write out what I though.
All this happens years, maybe 15 years after Father Paul's Quandary
Father Paul had begun to feel old. He was the only priest in their settlement. As far as he knew, he was the only priest on all of the Earth. They had found another settlement in what had been the south of Italy, and the Italians had all moved close to their settlement, making a satellite village, where Father Paul went every Saturday evening and did what priestly things had to be done, mostly baptisms and confessions. Early Sunday morning, he celebrated mass and then walked back home in time for mass in the big "town" where all the rest of the settlers lived in small clusters, much like the villages of old Europe. But now he was beginning to tire, and on his weekly treks he was thinking. One Sunday after mass he spoke with Allan and Mary and Tom, the old pilot who had been the rock steady leader of the community for years, but now had stepped down to give room for younger people.
Father Paul scratched his long, grey beard and looked at them: "I have been thinking, lately. We survived the end of the world, didn't we. But if it was the end of the world, what then? God promised to be with us all days until the end of the world. Did the world really end, and am I only a parody of a priest? ... and more to the point, what will happen when I die?"
"You've been doing some tough thinking," Tom said. I am not a theologian, I was never good at discussing fine points from the Bible for days on end."
"I'm no better," Allan said. "I always asked the priest when I had that kind of questions. I always meant to ask you such questions, but I never made it that far. We've been busy ..."
"And now we're old ... " father Paul said despondently. "It's not dying that scares me, I'll happily meet my Creator and Boss," he smiled softly, "But the thought that scares me is: 'what will happen to the world' I feel that, striving as we are, we're only a parenthetical bump on the last pages of Earth's cruel history."
In the end Tom declared a common day of prayer and fasting on the next Friday.
It was Robert who after the day of fasting and prayers asked to have the word. He started by carefully opening Father Paul's worn Bible and reading aloud from Matthew 28.20: "Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world" When I studied - he looked directly at Fr. Paul - you see I had the idea of becoming a priest once too, but then I had trouble with so many things, languages, celibacy, obedience ... that my mentor sent me back home to think it over, I then became a mechanics ... and met Liza, he said smiling fondly at his wife, having her hands full with their children. But we were always reading this chapter as "All days until the ends of the world" - plural, not the end. And tell me - where does the world end?" He looked at them all after his rhetorical question. "No, the world has no ends. This is one of God's jokes." He turned once again to Father Paul: "Tell me, please, does your sacraments still work? Are we still cleansed in baptism, forgiven when you say 'Ego te absolvo', and are bread and wine still turned into blood and body of our lord Jesus Christ upon your word?"
Father Paul rose to his feet and looked admiringly and with gleaming eyes at the young man. "You're right, and what more is, you have put it in terms I, and anybody else can if not verify, then at least feel. Of course we still have to believe, but ... I'm convinced. The ends of the world indeed," He sat down laughing.
Robert waited for silence to be restored before continuing: "And furthermore I was taught that in times of need anyone, even those not baptized, can baptise whomever needs it in any kind of water, only not beer or pee. Am I even right there, Father?"
Father Paul managed: "Water, any kind of water, not beer, milk soup or any such," before he began laughing in earnest. His laughter was echoed from many of the people gathered in the room.
Robert continued: "Really it's no laughing matter, but I was also taught that God understands laughter, whereas the devil does not. So to resume ... In the same way, you are the only priest of the whole world, as far as we know anyway, and in times of need you will legitimately be able to create new priests when you find the right ones."
Robert sat down and Father Paul went over to him, where he sat next to his wife. they spoke together in low voices for a short while, then Fr. Paul went to the lectern. He looked around at the people in the big room, drew a deep breath and said: "Thank you, Robert. Thank you everybody. We have all come a long way from when we thought the world ended. According to Robert it has not, and won't before its time is truly up. Not by any human derision, but in God's own time." He smiled and looked at everybody, they looked back at him, some of the children fidgeting.
He continued: "I'll keep this short. Because still I'm not as young as I used to be, and your propensity to multiply and fill the world is wearing me down. I need help. And Robert just volunteered to become a permanent deacon, able to baptise, marry, and hold sermons. He already gave us a nice test sermon, I dare say. And if anybody has anything to say against him being thus ordained speak now - or at least before next Sunday to me privately - or be silent ever after!"
Here ends this spin-of from Mary, Allan and the End of the World.
tirsdag den 11. november 2025
No Poetry ~ and no, MotherOwl has not gone missing 😕
Sorry. I was too busy, and the prompt Dismembered only made me think macabre thoughts, or of the Knights who say Ni! none of it good for any poetry.
I did not draw anything either - it is a drawing prompt first, and I usually draw something with these prompts every day. But not today.
And now it's Tuesday, and I see that I forgot to press "Publish". Double sorry. I promise to be back soon!
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
I did not draw anything either - it is a drawing prompt first, and I usually draw something with these prompts every day. But not today.
And now it's Tuesday, and I see that I forgot to press "Publish". Double sorry. I promise to be back soon!
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
søndag den 9. november 2025
Sunday Selections ~ Søndagsbilleder ~ Colour25
Månedens farve er jo denne skønne himmelblå. Og vi har set mere til den blå himmel de seneste dage end jeg lige havde regnet med. Jeg glemte bare lige at tage billeder, hvor det kan ses at himlen faktisk er himmelblå.
The colour of November is this lovely blue. We've seen more blue skies than I expected these last days, but I did not focus on photographing the blue sky.
-- En valgpåmimndelse til de kommende lokalvalg.
Oh, what a wonderful morning -- -- 𝅘𝅥𝅮♪♩𝆕𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅮 -- -- Åh, sikken morgen så dejlig
Himlen var BLÅ! -- The skies were BLUE!
Himlen var BLÅ! -- The skies were BLUE!
Et fint byt en bog-hus, som jeg mødte på min cykeltur i går. Bogstaverne er i hvert fald blå
-- 📘 --
A nice grab a book, leave a book hpuse, I spied while biking yesterday. Nice blue letters.
-- 📘 --
A nice grab a book, leave a book hpuse, I spied while biking yesterday. Nice blue letters.
Local elections coming up. A reminder to vote -- ❌
Vores busser er også blå, i hvert fald delvist -- 🚍 -- Our buses are blue, partially at least.
onsdag den 5. november 2025
Words for Wednesday ~ Only the Words
& IWSG November 225
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 co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Dog
Night
Bed
Knowledge
Move
and/or:
Years
Stupid
Help
Craftsmanship
Lost
I might write something later today, maybe it'll be a couple of days ... I don't know. Time and inspiration are both elusive partners.
November 1 question - When you began writing, what did you imagine your life as a writer would be like? Were you right, or has this experience presented you with some surprises along the way?
My answer - This is a question that has a very ... strange ... answer. I began writing even before starting school ;) At that time I imagined myself living in a small, simple house in the countryside, near the woods, with a big garden, where I worked sowing, weeding, picking etc. during daytime and mostly in the summer. I'd spend the evenings and most of winter spinning, dyeing, weawing baskets, woodcrafting, making syrups and elixirs like an oldfashioned withch, and creating stuff and writing.
This is actually not a far shot from how I live today, but the road to here has been more bumpy than I imagined as a young child, and I'm still not a published writer.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Dog
Night
Bed
Knowledge
Move
and/or:
Years
Stupid
Help
Craftsmanship
Lost
I might write something later today, maybe it'll be a couple of days ... I don't know. Time and inspiration are both elusive partners.
- - A - - B - - C - -
November 1 question - When you began writing, what did you imagine your life as a writer would be like? Were you right, or has this experience presented you with some surprises along the way?My answer - This is a question that has a very ... strange ... answer. I began writing even before starting school ;) At that time I imagined myself living in a small, simple house in the countryside, near the woods, with a big garden, where I worked sowing, weeding, picking etc. during daytime and mostly in the summer. I'd spend the evenings and most of winter spinning, dyeing, weawing baskets, woodcrafting, making syrups and elixirs like an oldfashioned withch, and creating stuff and writing.
This is actually not a far shot from how I live today, but the road to here has been more bumpy than I imagined as a young child, and I'm still not a published writer.
mandag den 3. november 2025
Poetry Monday :: Funeral
Poetry Monday - what's that? It is a blogging game, that 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 and relaxation, travelling the world with
her husband as far as we can tell. We just hope she's going to take
back over once she returns home.
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Today's prompt is Funeral. This prompt almost gave me the jitters, in this past years there's been way too many deaths and funerals for my liking. I hope this poem is the last word on that subject for a long time to come.
A funeral is a sad thing
but also part of life's ring
We're born, we grow, we multiply,
and one day in our cask we lie:
While you can cry, and do feel sad
remember all the fun we had.
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: Begravelse. Jeg fik næsten nervøse trækninger af det ord. Der har været alt for mange dødsfald og begravelser i mit liv det seneste års tid. Jeg håber det her stikord er det sidste, jeg hører til det i et godt stykke tid fremover. Jeg kunne ikke finde på noget, men så kom jeg i taner om et digt, jeg skrev en forårsdag for snart 17 år siden. Det får I så.
Alt for hastigt med mig løber livet,
bort med mig og hvad jeg er og tror.
Alt for kort er tiden jeg fik givet
til at bo på denne grønne jord.
Hvert minut, hver uge, dag og time
vil jeg bruge, vil jeg passe på,
til jeg hører dødens klokker kimer
og mit bange hjerte går i stå.
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Today's prompt is Funeral. This prompt almost gave me the jitters, in this past years there's been way too many deaths and funerals for my liking. I hope this poem is the last word on that subject for a long time to come.
A funeral is a sad thing
but also part of life's ring
We're born, we grow, we multiply,
and one day in our cask we lie:
While you can cry, and do feel sad
remember all the fun we had.
- - A - - B - - C - -
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: Begravelse. Jeg fik næsten nervøse trækninger af det ord. Der har været alt for mange dødsfald og begravelser i mit liv det seneste års tid. Jeg håber det her stikord er det sidste, jeg hører til det i et godt stykke tid fremover. Jeg kunne ikke finde på noget, men så kom jeg i taner om et digt, jeg skrev en forårsdag for snart 17 år siden. Det får I så.
Alt for hastigt med mig løber livet,
bort med mig og hvad jeg er og tror.
Alt for kort er tiden jeg fik givet
til at bo på denne grønne jord.
Hvert minut, hver uge, dag og time
vil jeg bruge, vil jeg passe på,
til jeg hører dødens klokker kimer
og mit bange hjerte går i stå.
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
søndag den 2. november 2025
Sunday Selection :: October ~ November :: Søndagsbilleder
Ja, der er blevet november, men kun lige, derfor indeholder søndagens billeder både
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
It is November, but only just. My Sunday selection will contain both
the colour of November, and
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som er novembers farve og
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som er novembers farve og
the colour of October.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som var oktobers farve.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som var oktobers farve.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
Breakfast for the chickens, All Saint's day, Saturday, November 1.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
Visiting the grave of the Walrus and GrannyOwl on All Soul's day, November 2nd. The turtle is from the grandkids, GrannyOwl liked turtles. The half-melted cat in the background is one she crafted, it's left to melt away. 
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
Sunset today, All Soul's Day. fredag den 31. oktober 2025
torsdag den 30. oktober 2025
November 2025 ~
Colour of the Month ~ Månedens farve (Blogtober 30)
While November in my place is a cold, wet and dreary month whit ever shorter days, it's the start of Summer in Australia. I'm going to let Elephant's Child delight us with one of her wonderful flower photos from her last post, Sunday Selections #833, where she once again opened our eyes for the beauty that surrounds us.
-- 💙 --
November i Danmark er en trist omgang, regn og mulm og korte dage, men i Australien er det starten på en til tider meget varm sommer.
Jeg har taget et billede fra Elephant's Childs opslag Sunday Selections 833, hvor hun for sidste gang viste os skønheden omkring sig.
If you need only the colour chart, it's here:
-- 💙 --
Hvis man har brug for en lille udgave, er den her:
onsdag den 29. oktober 2025
Words for Wednesday (Blogtober 29)
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 co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Cudgeling
Remember
Language
Translated
Coined
and/or:
Dead
Heirs
Between
Existing
Episode
Next instalment in the story of David and the other apprentices. Olav is the youngest of 'The Conspirators' - those apprentices who saved, or tried to save the broom-race. He only joined that group the last day, because Marit and Astrid, his cousins, brought him with them to the small room in the attic where they met. He turned out to be a big asset to The Conspirators, transforming a branch to a key to open the lock to the broom-shed.
As is my wont, I used the words in the order they were given. I did not use all the words, and I forgot translated. Hoping for a second installment.
"He threatened you with cudgelling?" Tage asked in an incredulous voice. Olav nodded wordlessly. The young Norwegian looked scared. After ascertaining that he and Tage were all alone in the room with the door closed, he dared to speak. "I think that he got onto me letting the Conspirators into the broom-shed. And he somehow thinks that I should not be better at transformation than you and Heidi."
"But you are," Tage replied. "Oh now I remember your story. Your mother is not a witch, opposed to magic and all that?"
"Yes, exactly," Olav said with a sigh. And he rambled on, finally having found someone who cared to listen to him: "He also buggers me about languages, telling me that Norwegian is only a Danish dialect, and that my Icelandic is atrocious and that I'll never learn how to cast a decent spell, because Flora, that's my mom," Olav hurriedly added seeing Tage's confused expression, "yes because she's not a withc, and only a no good for nothing charlady." Olav drew a shuddering breath and Tage just waited. "He's even coined a nickname for her, The 'one shot washerwoman' .... Because I'm an only child." Olav added, once again prompted by Tage's questioning looks.
"Olav, I'm happy that you're with us. 'Us' here being the purple team as well as the conspirators. Remember that David is really angry at himself for not being better. I know this is hard to believe, but we have been watching him closely. He's not smart, nor hard-working. He seems smart only because he gathers only those around him being more stupid, or more unlucky. Instead of working on becoming smarter, he's working on making everybody else seem stupider."
"But that's stupid!" Olav said, "sooner or later they'll find out. My mom always say that you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time. She also says that your work is your responsibility and that work is the only way to get better at anything. "
"Your mom is not stupid!" Tage said emphatically. "Maybe you inherited wizardry from your dad only, but you inherited a lot of wisdom and common sense from your mom."
"I'm happy to be one of your team," Olav said
"Not my team," Tage retorted, "our team!"
Bloglegen Words for Wednesday blev startet af Delores og udviklede sig til en flytbar fest med mange deltagere, der leverede ordene. Da Delores lukkede sin blog for altid på grund af diverse problemer, overtog Elephant's Child (Sue) rollen som koordinator.
Nu, efter Sues bortgang, er det stadig uklart, hvem der vil overtage denne rolle. River gør det i resten af 2025, men måske bliver Lissa vores nye koordinator.
Uanset hvad, hvordan, hvor eller hvem, er målet med ordene at opmuntre os til at skrive. En historie, et digt, hvad end der kommer os i tankerne.
Denne måneds ord bliver leveret af Sean Jeating og kan findes på Rivers blog.
Hvis du poster et indlæg på din egen blog, så skriv en kommentar på Rivers blog, så vi kan komme forbi og læse det og tilføje et par opmuntrende ord.
Det er også en udfordring, hvor det gamle ordsprog "Jo flere, jo bedre" holder stik.
Så husk at følge linkene, gå tilbage og læse andres historier. Og skriv gerne en kommentar, når du har læst dem. Udfordringer som denne trives med interaktion, feedback og opmuntring. Og vi har ALLE brug for opmuntring.
Vi fik disse ord:
Cudgeling - bank med køller
Remember - huske
Language - sprog
Translated - oversatte
Coined - slog mønt / udtænkte (et udtryk)
and/or:
Dead - død
Heirs - arvinger
Between - imellem
Existing - eksisterende
Episode - episode / afsnit
Næste afsnit i historien om David og de andre lærlinge. Olav er den yngste af 'De sammensvorne' – de lærlinge, der reddede eller forsøgte at redde kosteløbet. Han sluttede sig først til gruppen den sidste dag, fordi Marit og Astrid, hans kusiner, tog ham med til det lille rum på loftet, hvor de mødtes. Han viste sig at være en stor gevinst for De sammensvorne, da han forvandlede en gren til en nøgle, der kunne åbne låsen til kosteskuret.
Som så ofte før har jeg brugt ordene i den rækkefølge, vi har fået dem. Jeg har ikke brugt alle ordene - og jeg kom til at springe oversatte over. Jeg håber opå en fortsættelse.
"Han truede med at give dig tæv med en kæp?" spurgte Tage med vantro stemme. Olav nikkede uden at sige noget. Den unge nordmand så bange ud. Først han havde konstateret, at han og Tage var alene i rummet og at døren var ordentligt lukket, turde han svare. "Jeg tror, han har opdaget, at det var mig, der lukkede de sammensvorne ind i kosteskuret. Og han mener på en eller anden måde, at jeg ikke bør være bedre til forvandling end dig og Heidi."
"Men det er du jo," svarede Tage. "Åh, nu kan jeg huske din historie. Din mor er ikke heks, men modstander af magi og alt det der?"
"Ja, præcis," sagde Olav med et suk. Og han snakkede løs. Endelig havde han fundet nogen, der gad at lytte til ham: "Han plager mig også med mit sprog og siger, at norsk kun er en dansk dialekt, og at mit islandsk er forfærdeligt, og at jeg aldrig vil lære at kaste en ordentlig besværgelse, fordi Flora, det er min mor," tilføjede Olav hurtigt, da han så Tages forvirrede udtryk, "ja, fordi hun ikke er en heks, men kun en uduelig vaskekone." Olav trak vejret dybt og Tage ventede bare. "Han har endda fundet på et øgenavn til hende, 'engangsvaskeren' ... Fordi jeg jo er enebarn," tilføjede Olav, igen opfordret af Tages spørgende blik.
"Olav, jeg er glad for, at du er på vores hold. 'Os' er både det lilla hold og de sammensvorne. Husk på at David inderst inde er vred på sig selv for ikke at være bedre. Jeg ved, det kan være svært at tro på, men vi har holdt øje med ham i et stykke tid, mig og mine søstre, og så Susan. Han er hverken særligt klog eller hårdtarbejdende. Han virker kun klog, fordi han kun omgiver sig med folk, der er dummere eller mere uheldige end ham selv. I stedet for at arbejde på at blive klogere, arbejder han på at få alle andre til at virke dummere.
"Men det er dumt!" sagde Olav, "før eller senere finder de ud af det. Min mor siger altid, at man kan narre nogle mennesker hele tiden eller alle mennesker én gang, men at man ikke kan narre alle mennesker hele tiden. Hun siger også, at dit arbejde er dit ansvar, og at arbejde er den eneste måde at blive bedre til noget på."
"Din mor er ikke dum!" sagde Tage med eftertryk. "Måske har du kun arvet magien fra din far, men du har arvet en masse klogskab og sund fornuft fra din mor."
"Jeg er glad for at være en del af dit hold," sagde Olav.
"Ikke mit hold," svarede Tage, "vores hold!"
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words:
Cudgeling
Remember
Language
Translated
Coined
and/or:
Dead
Heirs
Between
Existing
Episode
Next instalment in the story of David and the other apprentices. Olav is the youngest of 'The Conspirators' - those apprentices who saved, or tried to save the broom-race. He only joined that group the last day, because Marit and Astrid, his cousins, brought him with them to the small room in the attic where they met. He turned out to be a big asset to The Conspirators, transforming a branch to a key to open the lock to the broom-shed.
As is my wont, I used the words in the order they were given. I did not use all the words, and I forgot translated. Hoping for a second installment.
"He threatened you with cudgelling?" Tage asked in an incredulous voice. Olav nodded wordlessly. The young Norwegian looked scared. After ascertaining that he and Tage were all alone in the room with the door closed, he dared to speak. "I think that he got onto me letting the Conspirators into the broom-shed. And he somehow thinks that I should not be better at transformation than you and Heidi."
"But you are," Tage replied. "Oh now I remember your story. Your mother is not a witch, opposed to magic and all that?"
"Yes, exactly," Olav said with a sigh. And he rambled on, finally having found someone who cared to listen to him: "He also buggers me about languages, telling me that Norwegian is only a Danish dialect, and that my Icelandic is atrocious and that I'll never learn how to cast a decent spell, because Flora, that's my mom," Olav hurriedly added seeing Tage's confused expression, "yes because she's not a withc, and only a no good for nothing charlady." Olav drew a shuddering breath and Tage just waited. "He's even coined a nickname for her, The 'one shot washerwoman' .... Because I'm an only child." Olav added, once again prompted by Tage's questioning looks.
"Olav, I'm happy that you're with us. 'Us' here being the purple team as well as the conspirators. Remember that David is really angry at himself for not being better. I know this is hard to believe, but we have been watching him closely. He's not smart, nor hard-working. He seems smart only because he gathers only those around him being more stupid, or more unlucky. Instead of working on becoming smarter, he's working on making everybody else seem stupider."
"But that's stupid!" Olav said, "sooner or later they'll find out. My mom always say that you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time. She also says that your work is your responsibility and that work is the only way to get better at anything. "
"Your mom is not stupid!" Tage said emphatically. "Maybe you inherited wizardry from your dad only, but you inherited a lot of wisdom and common sense from your mom."
"I'm happy to be one of your team," Olav said
"Not my team," Tage retorted, "our team!"
- - A - - B - - C - -
Bloglegen Words for Wednesday blev startet af Delores og udviklede sig til en flytbar fest med mange deltagere, der leverede ordene. Da Delores lukkede sin blog for altid på grund af diverse problemer, overtog Elephant's Child (Sue) rollen som koordinator.
Nu, efter Sues bortgang, er det stadig uklart, hvem der vil overtage denne rolle. River gør det i resten af 2025, men måske bliver Lissa vores nye koordinator.
Uanset hvad, hvordan, hvor eller hvem, er målet med ordene at opmuntre os til at skrive. En historie, et digt, hvad end der kommer os i tankerne.
Denne måneds ord bliver leveret af Sean Jeating og kan findes på Rivers blog.
Hvis du poster et indlæg på din egen blog, så skriv en kommentar på Rivers blog, så vi kan komme forbi og læse det og tilføje et par opmuntrende ord.
Det er også en udfordring, hvor det gamle ordsprog "Jo flere, jo bedre" holder stik.
Så husk at følge linkene, gå tilbage og læse andres historier. Og skriv gerne en kommentar, når du har læst dem. Udfordringer som denne trives med interaktion, feedback og opmuntring. Og vi har ALLE brug for opmuntring.
Vi fik disse ord:
Cudgeling - bank med køller
Remember - huske
Language - sprog
Translated - oversatte
Coined - slog mønt / udtænkte (et udtryk)
and/or:
Dead - død
Heirs - arvinger
Between - imellem
Existing - eksisterende
Episode - episode / afsnit
Næste afsnit i historien om David og de andre lærlinge. Olav er den yngste af 'De sammensvorne' – de lærlinge, der reddede eller forsøgte at redde kosteløbet. Han sluttede sig først til gruppen den sidste dag, fordi Marit og Astrid, hans kusiner, tog ham med til det lille rum på loftet, hvor de mødtes. Han viste sig at være en stor gevinst for De sammensvorne, da han forvandlede en gren til en nøgle, der kunne åbne låsen til kosteskuret.
Som så ofte før har jeg brugt ordene i den rækkefølge, vi har fået dem. Jeg har ikke brugt alle ordene - og jeg kom til at springe oversatte over. Jeg håber opå en fortsættelse.
"Han truede med at give dig tæv med en kæp?" spurgte Tage med vantro stemme. Olav nikkede uden at sige noget. Den unge nordmand så bange ud. Først han havde konstateret, at han og Tage var alene i rummet og at døren var ordentligt lukket, turde han svare. "Jeg tror, han har opdaget, at det var mig, der lukkede de sammensvorne ind i kosteskuret. Og han mener på en eller anden måde, at jeg ikke bør være bedre til forvandling end dig og Heidi."
"Men det er du jo," svarede Tage. "Åh, nu kan jeg huske din historie. Din mor er ikke heks, men modstander af magi og alt det der?"
"Ja, præcis," sagde Olav med et suk. Og han snakkede løs. Endelig havde han fundet nogen, der gad at lytte til ham: "Han plager mig også med mit sprog og siger, at norsk kun er en dansk dialekt, og at mit islandsk er forfærdeligt, og at jeg aldrig vil lære at kaste en ordentlig besværgelse, fordi Flora, det er min mor," tilføjede Olav hurtigt, da han så Tages forvirrede udtryk, "ja, fordi hun ikke er en heks, men kun en uduelig vaskekone." Olav trak vejret dybt og Tage ventede bare. "Han har endda fundet på et øgenavn til hende, 'engangsvaskeren' ... Fordi jeg jo er enebarn," tilføjede Olav, igen opfordret af Tages spørgende blik.
"Olav, jeg er glad for, at du er på vores hold. 'Os' er både det lilla hold og de sammensvorne. Husk på at David inderst inde er vred på sig selv for ikke at være bedre. Jeg ved, det kan være svært at tro på, men vi har holdt øje med ham i et stykke tid, mig og mine søstre, og så Susan. Han er hverken særligt klog eller hårdtarbejdende. Han virker kun klog, fordi han kun omgiver sig med folk, der er dummere eller mere uheldige end ham selv. I stedet for at arbejde på at blive klogere, arbejder han på at få alle andre til at virke dummere.
"Men det er dumt!" sagde Olav, "før eller senere finder de ud af det. Min mor siger altid, at man kan narre nogle mennesker hele tiden eller alle mennesker én gang, men at man ikke kan narre alle mennesker hele tiden. Hun siger også, at dit arbejde er dit ansvar, og at arbejde er den eneste måde at blive bedre til noget på."
"Din mor er ikke dum!" sagde Tage med eftertryk. "Måske har du kun arvet magien fra din far, men du har arvet en masse klogskab og sund fornuft fra din mor."
"Jeg er glad for at være en del af dit hold," sagde Olav.
"Ikke mit hold," svarede Tage, "vores hold!"
tirsdag den 28. oktober 2025
De er kommet ~ They have Arrived (Blogtober 28)
Netop mens jeg sad og grublede over, hvad jeg nu skulle skrive om i dag, hørte jeg underlige, rumlende lyde udenfor. Nogen fik noget leveret, det sker jo, men så mange? Så blev der stille, Men så kom lydene igen tættere på, så stilhed. Så igen og igen endnu tættere på og igen stilhed. Sært. Så var de ude på vores gårdsplads, og så blev der stille. Helt stille. Ingen ringede på, og der skete ikke mere. Meget sært. Jeg gik ud og kiggede og så noget, der gjorde mig glad!
- - - - - -
I sat thinking over what to write for today, and nothing came to me. Then I heard deep, rumbling sounds from outside, someone had some stuff delivered. Then silence, then closer, more rumbling, like a big delivery once again. Our neighbours sometimes order stuff, but more of them? Then it was even closer, silence, closer yet, silence. Then the rumbling sounds came from our driveway, and then silence. Total silence. Nobody rang the doorbell, nothing. Just silence. I went out to see, what this was all about, and saw something that made me happy.
mandag den 27. oktober 2025
Poetry Monday :: Journey between Stars (Blogtober 27)
Poetry Monday - what's that? It is a blooging game, that 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 and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell. We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: Rejse mellem Stjernerne. Jeg har skrevet et langt digt på engelsk, men jeg er alvorligt bange for at jeg ikke orker at gendigte det på dansk i dag.
Journey between Stars. I ask you to bear with me for a long poem. Not all the rhymes are good, not all the lines fit my scheme, and it's mostly about planets. But I like it, and hope that you do too.
Let's travel out between the stars,
fist stop is neighbour planet Mars
The red planet as it is called
It's followed by Fear and Dread.
It's cold and rumbling,
with Marsquakes trembling
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Then banded Jupiter we meet
A gassy giant, fat and fleet.
Its days are short, a mere ten hours;
and four big moons as big as ours
and many tinies fill the skies.
The red spot is of earthen size.
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Now Saturn greets us, pale and vast
and just as Jupiter it's fast
a little smaller, little slower,
A day here lasts eleven hours
And then the most fantastic things
the gleaming, giant rings
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Poor Uranus is frozen blue
Just frozen gases through and through.
It has small moons of frozen rock
with pretty names from Shakespeare's books.
It too has thunderstorms and things
It even has some pretty rings
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Now Neptune it is also blue
And swirls and storms adorn it too
Its Triton is the only moon
to go the other way around.
A big, dark spot with bright white skies
Neptune has more to please the eye
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Poor Pluto met the bitter fate
to have its status to degrade.
Dwarf planet like a marble fine,
It's dark as sunset all the time.
Small Pluto is a lazy one
it takes six days to our one.
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Now we're beyond old Sun's domain
maybe we should turn back again.
But oh! this pretty field of stars
forever stays in our memoirs.
For stars of blue and white and green
are splendid wonders we have seen
Let us go home, we travelled far!
- - - - -
Next Mondays topic is: Funeral
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
- - A - - B - - C - -
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: Rejse mellem Stjernerne. Jeg har skrevet et langt digt på engelsk, men jeg er alvorligt bange for at jeg ikke orker at gendigte det på dansk i dag.
- - A - - B - - C - -
Journey between Stars. I ask you to bear with me for a long poem. Not all the rhymes are good, not all the lines fit my scheme, and it's mostly about planets. But I like it, and hope that you do too.
Let's travel out between the stars,
fist stop is neighbour planet Mars
The red planet as it is called
It's followed by Fear and Dread.
It's cold and rumbling,
with Marsquakes trembling
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Then banded Jupiter we meet
A gassy giant, fat and fleet.
Its days are short, a mere ten hours;
and four big moons as big as ours
and many tinies fill the skies.
The red spot is of earthen size.
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Now Saturn greets us, pale and vast
and just as Jupiter it's fast
a little smaller, little slower,
A day here lasts eleven hours
And then the most fantastic things
the gleaming, giant rings
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Poor Uranus is frozen blue
Just frozen gases through and through.
It has small moons of frozen rock
with pretty names from Shakespeare's books.
It too has thunderstorms and things
It even has some pretty rings
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Now Neptune it is also blue
And swirls and storms adorn it too
Its Triton is the only moon
to go the other way around.
A big, dark spot with bright white skies
Neptune has more to please the eye
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Poor Pluto met the bitter fate
to have its status to degrade.
Dwarf planet like a marble fine,
It's dark as sunset all the time.
Small Pluto is a lazy one
it takes six days to our one.
Let us go on, let's travel far!
Now we're beyond old Sun's domain
maybe we should turn back again.
But oh! this pretty field of stars
forever stays in our memoirs.
For stars of blue and white and green
are splendid wonders we have seen
Let us go home, we travelled far!
- - - - -
Next Mondays topic is: Funeral
søndag den 26. oktober 2025
Sunday Selection ~ Søndagsbilleder (Blogtober 26)
Billeder fra en herlig skovtur med Ugleungerne og de to Mini-ugler (børnebørn). Vi ledte egentlig efter svampe til aftensmaden, men fandt alt muligt andet.
Photos from a trip to the woods with the Owltes and the MiniOwlets (grandkids). We were looking for mushrooms for dinner, but we found a lot of other things.
A dungbeetle - cousin of the Egyptian scarabs ~ ~ En møgbille, den er en slægtning til egyptiske skarabæer
Nogle dekorative egeknopper, der var blæst ned ~ ~ Some oaken buds, the winds had blown off.
A sweet frog ~ ~ En nuttet frø
Svampe, nok højstokket løghat. De blev stående ~ ~ Mushrooms, probably garlic parachute, we did not pick them
Den her plukkede vi heller ikke ~ ~ This one was left in the woods as well.
Og hjemme igen fandt vi en fin edderkop. Den havde næsten månedens farve
Photos from a trip to the woods with the Owltes and the MiniOwlets (grandkids). We were looking for mushrooms for dinner, but we found a lot of other things.
A dungbeetle - cousin of the Egyptian scarabs ~ ~ En møgbille, den er en slægtning til egyptiske skarabæer
Nogle dekorative egeknopper, der var blæst ned ~ ~ Some oaken buds, the winds had blown off.
A sweet frog ~ ~ En nuttet frø
Svampe, nok højstokket løghat. De blev stående ~ ~ Mushrooms, probably garlic parachute, we did not pick them
Den her plukkede vi heller ikke ~ ~ This one was left in the woods as well.
Og hjemme igen fandt vi en fin edderkop. Den havde næsten månedens farve
~ ~
Home again we found a spider. it was almost pumpkin orange, the colour of the month
lørdag den 25. oktober 2025
Sommertiden er slut! End of DST
Selvom det er sværere at se på YR end det var på det meget savnede Bedre vejr, så ender sommertiden altså i nat!
Læg mærke til, hvor den blå pil peger. Til venstre for pilen er det de lige klokkeslæt, der er angivet. Men i stedet for at strække et af felterne, som Bedre vejr gjorde, skifter de bare til ulige klokkeslæt.
Så i morgen og de kommende par uger er det atter lyst, når vækkeuret ringer, og Skribenten kan cykle til stationen uden uden voldsomme lygter, og mit indre ur vil atter være i overensstemmelse med virkeligheden - jeg glæder mig til at sove ordentligt, for sært nok vågner jeg en time tidligere, når vi har sommertid. Det vil sige, hvis vi skal op klokken 7 (der jo egentlig er klokken 6), ja så vågner jeg klokken 6 (altså egentlig klokken 5), jeg kan ikke forklare det, men i løbet af den næste uges tid stopper det fjolleri, og jeg vågner 5-10 minuter i syv, når vækkeuret er sat til syv, sådan som jeg gør hele vinterhalvåret. Jeg glæder mig! Og seneste nyt fra EU give mig håb om at det idioti snart er fortid, TAK
Even though it is harder to see here on YR than it was on the lost and mourned BedreVejr, DST ends tonight.
Notice that left of the blue arrow all hours are the even ones, and after it's only the odd ones, so instead of stretching the graphics, like Bedre Vejr (Better Weather) did they do it in this sneaky way.
But no matter how it makes me really happy. Tomorrow and tomorrow, and for many days after the sun will be in the skies, or almost there when the alarm goes off. The Writer can again bike to the station without using his super-light, and my inner Owl is happy, as my time now again fits the clock. I am no longer going to wake up an hour before the alarm goes off - no, I do not know why on Earth DST does this to me, but it does. Slowly, in the coming week, my inner alarm will recalibrate itself, and wake me up around 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, as it does all winter. I so look forwards to undisturbed sleep again.
News from the EU commission gives me hope that this idiocy will soon be a thing of the past.
Læg mærke til, hvor den blå pil peger. Til venstre for pilen er det de lige klokkeslæt, der er angivet. Men i stedet for at strække et af felterne, som Bedre vejr gjorde, skifter de bare til ulige klokkeslæt.
Så i morgen og de kommende par uger er det atter lyst, når vækkeuret ringer, og Skribenten kan cykle til stationen uden uden voldsomme lygter, og mit indre ur vil atter være i overensstemmelse med virkeligheden - jeg glæder mig til at sove ordentligt, for sært nok vågner jeg en time tidligere, når vi har sommertid. Det vil sige, hvis vi skal op klokken 7 (der jo egentlig er klokken 6), ja så vågner jeg klokken 6 (altså egentlig klokken 5), jeg kan ikke forklare det, men i løbet af den næste uges tid stopper det fjolleri, og jeg vågner 5-10 minuter i syv, når vækkeuret er sat til syv, sådan som jeg gør hele vinterhalvåret. Jeg glæder mig! Og seneste nyt fra EU give mig håb om at det idioti snart er fortid, TAK
Even though it is harder to see here on YR than it was on the lost and mourned BedreVejr, DST ends tonight.
Notice that left of the blue arrow all hours are the even ones, and after it's only the odd ones, so instead of stretching the graphics, like Bedre Vejr (Better Weather) did they do it in this sneaky way.
But no matter how it makes me really happy. Tomorrow and tomorrow, and for many days after the sun will be in the skies, or almost there when the alarm goes off. The Writer can again bike to the station without using his super-light, and my inner Owl is happy, as my time now again fits the clock. I am no longer going to wake up an hour before the alarm goes off - no, I do not know why on Earth DST does this to me, but it does. Slowly, in the coming week, my inner alarm will recalibrate itself, and wake me up around 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, as it does all winter. I so look forwards to undisturbed sleep again.
News from the EU commission gives me hope that this idiocy will soon be a thing of the past.
German Bells - "Tyske klokker" (Blogtober 25)
Tyske klokker er vist hverken tyske eller klokker - i hvert fald synes jeg ikke, de ser særligt klokkeagtige ud.
Det var Cindi, der satte mig på sporet, men det er længe siden. Nu får elgen i gangen et par nye øreringe, eller hedder det mon gevirringe, af og til når jeg finder noget sjovt papir. Det skete forleden,
German bells, I do not think they are German, nor do they look a lot like bells, honestly, but they're pretty and easy to make. Long ago it was Cindi who taught me how, and since then our elk in the entryway has gotten new earrings - or should that be antler-rings - whenever I found a nice piece of thick paper, this happened again some days ago.
De gamle hænger året rundt på et lille "træ" inde i stuen.
The old ones lives all year round on a small "tree" in our living room.
Det var Cindi, der satte mig på sporet, men det er længe siden. Nu får elgen i gangen et par nye øreringe, eller hedder det mon gevirringe, af og til når jeg finder noget sjovt papir. Det skete forleden,
-- 🔔 --
German bells, I do not think they are German, nor do they look a lot like bells, honestly, but they're pretty and easy to make. Long ago it was Cindi who taught me how, and since then our elk in the entryway has gotten new earrings - or should that be antler-rings - whenever I found a nice piece of thick paper, this happened again some days ago.
De gamle hænger året rundt på et lille "træ" inde i stuen.
-- 🔔 -- 🔔 --
The old ones lives all year round on a small "tree" in our living room.
fredag den 24. oktober 2025
Friday Frustrations ~ The Blue Boy
Fredagsfrustrationer ~ Den blå dreng (Blogtober 24)
Den blå dreng anno 1770 -- 🔹 -- The Blue Boy AD 1770
Han hang i rigtig mange hjem, da jeg var lille -- 🔹 -- He hung in many homes in my childhood
Han hang i rigtig mange hjem, da jeg var lille -- 🔹 -- He hung in many homes in my childhood
Den blå dreng anno 2025 -- 🔹 -- The Blue Boy AD 2025
Nu er det ham her vi ser alle steder -- 🔹 -- Now we meet this blue boy everywhere.
Nu er det ham her vi ser alle steder -- 🔹 -- Now we meet this blue boy everywhere.
torsdag den 23. oktober 2025
Da Vinci Revisited (Blogtober 23)
Mere papirfoldning!
Jeg tror mine forklaringer på hvordan jeg fletter firkanter til mine Da Vinci-kugler, om jeg fletter mod højre eller mod venstre var ret uforståelige.
Jeg flettede et par firkanter og et par halve firkanter mere, og tog billeder, sådan så man tydeligt kan se både forskel og retning.
Den eneste forskel her er om jeg har flettet med eller mod uret rundt. Pilene viser vej.
More paper folding!
I think my explanations on making modules for my Da Vinci baubles, and doing it right-to-left or left-to-right were more confusing than enlightening.
I made two more more modules, and two half modules - the only difference being the direction of construction, clockwise or widdershins. The arrows show which is which.
Jeg tror mine forklaringer på hvordan jeg fletter firkanter til mine Da Vinci-kugler, om jeg fletter mod højre eller mod venstre var ret uforståelige.
Jeg flettede et par firkanter og et par halve firkanter mere, og tog billeder, sådan så man tydeligt kan se både forskel og retning.
Den eneste forskel her er om jeg har flettet med eller mod uret rundt. Pilene viser vej.
I think my explanations on making modules for my Da Vinci baubles, and doing it right-to-left or left-to-right were more confusing than enlightening.
I made two more more modules, and two half modules - the only difference being the direction of construction, clockwise or widdershins. The arrows show which is which.
-- ❄ ❆ ❄ --
I dag er det refleks-dag. Tid til at finde reflekserne frem og huske at have dem med sig, nu når aftnerne bliver mørke - og snart morgenerne med.
Det er altid torsdagen før vi går tilbage til normaltid igen.
Today is Safety reflector day in Denmark. Time to find your reflectors from their summer quarters and put them into your pockets to use when the evenings get dark - and soon the mornings as well.
Always the Thursday before we say bye-bye to Daylight Saving Time.
onsdag den 22. oktober 2025
Words for Wednesday (Blogtober 22)
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 co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.
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.
We were given these words: When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.
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.
Innocent
Evil
Face
Expanding
Born
and/or:
Come
Surprise
Planet
Minor
Follow
In my endeavour to end - or at least continue - some of my dangling ends, I found these words to fit my old broomracing storyline (which can be found on my Unicorn Farms blog HERE).
"Is he just a stupid braggart, and thus innocent or is he actually evil?" Susan asked. She was of course talking of David, and she looked around at her co-conspirators: Veronika, Heidi, Tage, Lis, Fiona, My, Marit, Astrid and Olav. In every one of their faces Susan saw the same judgement as her own, Evil. Still she felt the need to be expanding on her accusation.
"He think that it's your family, and by whom you're born, that makes you a witch or a wizard," she said. "And he cannot seem to conceal that it comes a a surprise to him every single time I summon a creature, that Veronika can fly as well as him, that Monica is better than him at brewing even the more complex potions, or that Jouka can detect his lies and so on ... " Susan drew a deep breath, and Lis took over. "I can't feel it the way you do," Lis admitted, "being born into a family of wizards from the dawn of times is like coming from another planet here. But still I agree. He is evil. It's obvious even in the minor things he does, like encouraging Josh's resentment towards his older sibling, or always asking Bjørn to follow him, making him feel even more inferior, or maybe making himself feel better, because Bjørn is so obviously inept at anything that's not flying, and there David is a natural talent, we have to admit this."
"Well and good," Tage, her twin brother added, "but what are we going to do? He spoiled the race with all his potions and hexes, and he should have been expelled, but he got away with minimal punishment."
"I do believe that the professors let him off so easily because Torben promised to keep an eye on him," Lis explained, "but I think - we think" she added seeing Susan's angry mien, "We think that Torben is as bad as David, and we don't stand a chance to stop him from harassing the weaker ones."
... and now what? I hope to continue this story next Wednesday.
- - A - - B - - C - -
Bloglegen Words for Wednesday blev startet af Delores og udviklede sig til en flytbar fest med mange deltagere, der leverede ordene. Da Delores lukkede sin blog for altid på grund af diverse problemer, overtog Elephant's Child (Sue) rollen som koordinator.
Nu, efter Sues bortgang, er det stadig uklart, hvem der vil overtage denne rolle. River gør det i resten af 2025, men måske bliver Lissa vores nye koordinator.
Uanset hvad, hvordan, hvor eller hvem, er målet med ordene at opmuntre os til at skrive. En historie, et digt, hvad end der kommer os i tankerne.
Denne måneds ord bliver leveret af Sean Jeating og kan findes på Rivers blog.
Hvis du poster et indlæg på din egen blog, så skriv en kommentar på Rivers blog, så vi kan komme forbi og læse det og tilføje et par opmuntrende ord.
Det er også en udfordring, hvor det gamle ordsprog "Jo flere, jo bedre« holder stik.
Så husk at følge linkene, gå tilbage og læse andres historier. Og skriv gerne en kommentar, når du har læst dem. Udfordringer som denne trives med interaktion, feedback og opmuntring. Og vi har ALLE brug for opmuntring.
Vi fik disse ord:
Innocent - uskyldig
Evil - ond
Face - ansigt
Expanding - voksende / udvidende
Born - født
Eller/og
Come - kom / komme
Surprise - overraskelse
Planet - planet
Minor - mol / mindre / ubetydelig
Follow - følge
I mine bestræbelser på at afslutte - eller i det mindste skrive videre på alle de uafsluttede historier, jeg har liggende, fandt jeg ud af at de her ord passede til noget af efterspillet efter kostevæddeløbet. Hele den historie kan findes HER på engelsk.
"Er han bare en dum pralhals og dermed uskyldig, eller er han faktisk ond?« spurgte Susan. Hun talte selvfølgelig om David og så sig omkring på sine medsammensvorne: Veronika, Heidi, Tage, Lis, Fiona, My, Marit, Astrid og Olav. I alle deres ansigter så Susan den samme dom som sin egen: Ond. Alligevel følte hun behov for at uddybe sin anklage.
"Han tror, at det er din familie og hvem du er født af, der gør dig til en heks eller en troldmand,« sagde hun. "Og han kan ikke skjule, at det kommer som en overraskelse for ham hver eneste gang, jeg kan tilkalde et dyr, at Veronika kan flyve lige så godt som ham, at Monica er bedre end ham til at brygge selv de mest indviklede trylledrikke, eller at Jouka kan afsløre hans løgne og så videre ..." Susan sukkede dybt, og Lis fortsatte: "Jeg kan ikke føle det sådan som du gør det," indrømmede Lis, "at være født ind i en familie der har været troldmænd siden tidernes morgen er som at komme fra en anden planet her. Men jeg er stadig enig. Han er ond. Det er tydeligt selv i de små ting, han gør, som at opmuntre Joshs vrede mod sin ældre søskende, altid bede Bjørn om at følge efter ham, få ham til at føle sig endnu mere underlegen,eller måske få sig selv til at føle sig bedre, fordi Bjørn er så åbenlyst uduelig til alt, der ikke er at flyve, og der er David er et naturtalent, det må vi indrømme."
"Det er jo rigtigt nok," fortsatte Tage, hendes tvillingebror, "men hvad skal vi gøre? Han ødelagde kostevæddeløbet med alle sine trylledrikke og forbandelser, og han burde være blevet bortvist, men han slap med slap med en minimal straf."
"Jeg tror, at professorerne lod ham slippe så let, fordi Torben lovede at holde øje med ham," forklarede Lis, "men jeg tror - vi tror," rettede hun sig selv, da hun så Susans vrede blik, "vi tror, at Torben er lige så slem som David, og vi har ikke en chance for at forhindre ham i at chikanere de svagere."
Og hvad sker der nu? Jeg håber, historien fortsætter næste onsdag.
tirsdag den 21. oktober 2025
Foldede stjerner ~ Folded Stars (Blogtober 21)
Er der én ting, jeg godt kan lide, så er det at folde i papir. Forleden dag havde Bellas bedrifter en fin, foldet stjerne, med links til to vejledninger, en på Instagram, med et billede (specielt til mig, tak!) og et link til en norsk blog.
Fordi Instagram ikke kan lide mig, og fordi jeg godt kan lide skrevne vejledninger, valgte jeg at følge den norske bloggers anvisninger (jeg har ingen problemer med at læse norsk).
Hvad jeg ikke lige havde set, var at både Bella og den Instagram-vejledning hun anbefalede, foldede en stjerne med ni moduler, hvor den norske kun havde otte. Så jeg snuppede en gammel kortfolder, delte den i otte og foldede løs. Det var ret enkelt, kun lidt bøvlet at sætte den sammen. Og den er fin.
Fordi Instagram ikke kan lide mig, og fordi jeg godt kan lide skrevne vejledninger, valgte jeg at følge den norske bloggers anvisninger (jeg har ingen problemer med at læse norsk).
Hvad jeg ikke lige havde set, var at både Bella og den Instagram-vejledning hun anbefalede, foldede en stjerne med ni moduler, hvor den norske kun havde otte. Så jeg snuppede en gammel kortfolder, delte den i otte og foldede løs. Det var ret enkelt, kun lidt bøvlet at sætte den sammen. Og den er fin.
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If there's one thing I like, it's folding paper. The other day, Bella showed us a nice folded star on her blog, with links to two tutorials, one on Instagram, (with an extra picture for me, thanks) and a link to a Norwegian blog.
Because Instagram doesn't like me, and because I like written instructions, I followed the Norwegian blogger's instructions (Yes, I find Norwegian easy to read, it's quite similar to Danish).
What I hadn't noticed was that both Bella and the Instagram tutorial were showing how to fold a star with nine modules, whereas the Norwegian one only had eight. So I grabbed an old map, divided it into eight squares and started folding. It was quite simple, only a little tricky to put together. I like the resulting star.
When next I visited Bella's blog to tell about my star, I noticed her nine modules. I found the old pages from my calendar and tried ... I found it not much different from only eight - I still had to pull the modules out to make the last segment fit.
That made me think. The modules can be pushed closer or pulled out to form a more open star. Eight is the minimum, as the modules here were pulled as far as possible, but how many modules will fit into a star? My guess was 16 - double up of the original eight. But I could only make 15 fit in.
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Da jeg igen besøgte Bellas blog, opdagede jeg at hun havde brugt ni moduler. Jeg snuppede nogle gamle kalenderblade og prøvede ... og fandt det ikke meget forskelligt fra de oprindelige otte - der er det mindst mulige antal, da modulerne er hevet så langt ud som muligt.
Det fik mig til at tænke. Modulerne kan altså skubbes tættere sammen eller hives ud, så de danner en mere åben stjerne. Hvor mange moduler kan der mon blive plads til, hvis man skubber dem helt tæt sammen? Jeg gættede på 16, det dobbelte af de minimale otte moduler. men jeg kunne kun få plads til 15 lige meget hvor meget, jeg skubbede.
Det må testes med flere forskellige modul-antal ... og måske med noget mere "stjernet" papir.
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I'll have to try this with different numbers of modules; and maybe with a more "starry" paper.
mandag den 20. oktober 2025
Poetry Monday :: Side Profile of a Person (Blogtober 20)
Today it was very obvious that those prompts are meant for drawing, not poeming. I had problems with this Side Profile of a Person. I could think of one thing only. When I can do nothing else, short, regulated poems like Haiku, Epulaeryu, or Elfje is what saves me. Also today.
Profile
Not mine
But it's known
To all of us.
Coins!
And this made me think ... we had a new king January 2024. Maybe it's time for coins with his profile instead of his mother's?
I looked at the homepage of the Dainsh National Bank (also Mint), and in a newsletter from February 2024 they told me that:
Profile
Not mine
But it's known
To all of us.
Coins!
And this made me think ... we had a new king January 2024. Maybe it's time for coins with his profile instead of his mother's?
I looked at the homepage of the Dainsh National Bank (also Mint), and in a newsletter from February 2024 they told me that:
The launch of regular circulation coins featuring King Frederik 10 is expected to take place at the end of 2025. More information about this will be available on the Nationalbank's website during 2025.
Well, there's been no news since this. I wonder what's happening. - 🪙 - - - - - 🪙 -
I dag var det meget let at se, at det er tegne-stikord, ikke til digte. Jeg kunne ikke rigtig finde på noget, kun én ting, faktisk. Og når jeg ikke kan hitte på noget, er det korte digte med regler, som Haiku, Epulaeryu eller Elfje, der redder mig. Også i dag.
Profil.
Ikke min
En vi kender
og ser hver dag.
Mønter!
Det her digt fik mig til at tænke at eftersom Frederik X blev konge i januar 2024, var det vel snart på tide at han kom på mønterne. Jeg læste så på Nationalbankens hjemmeside en nyhed fra februar 2024:
Lanceringen af almindelige cirkulationsmønter med Kong Frederik 10. forventes at ske i slutningen af 2025. Der vil komme mere information om dette på Nationalbankens hjemmeside i løbet af 2025.
Siden er der ikke kommet noget nyt ... gad vide, hvad der er sket? - - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Oct 27 Journey between stars
Nov 3 Funeral
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
søndag den 19. oktober 2025
Sunday Selection ~ Søndagsbillede
Morgenfruer ~ Calendula (Blogtober 19)
It's still October, the colour of the month is still the same
I think I showed off this glass before. When we lived in Germany (Salzgitter-Osterlinde) for a
year, there was a grocery store in our smallish town, Frau Deich's shop.
She closed down some monthes later, selling out everything, and I
bought this glass, that had been the home of Knorr stock powder in the
shop.
Det er stadig oktober, og månedens farve er stadigvæk den samme
Calendula petals have the right colour. Each summer I fill this glass with dried petals to use for soaping and un-petroleum jellies in the coming year.
Calendula petals have the right colour. Each summer I fill this glass with dried petals to use for soaping and un-petroleum jellies in the coming year.
Morgenfruekronblade er lige præcis den orange farve. Jeg fylder gerne det her glas med morgenfruekronblade hver sommer, så jeg har til sæber og salver i det kommende år.
Jeg har vist vist det her glas frem før. Dengang vi boede i Tyskland (Osterlinde) var der en købmandsbutik i vores landsby, da vi ankom. Frau Deidh, som hun hed, lukkede sin butik ud på efteråret, og jeg købte det her glas, der har indeholdt Knorr bouillonpulver i løs vægt.
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