Sunday Selections ~ Steel Blue Søndagsbilleder ~ Stålblå

Today it's still August, the Colour of the Month is still Steel blue. I do not find this blue very steely. But I'm not one to complain over any blue.

Det er stadig august, så månedens farve er stadig stålblå; selvom jeg ikke synes, der er meget stål over den fine blå her. Men den er blå, så ingen brok herfra.

All the photos are from today  ~  Alle billederne er taget i dag.

Starting with today's mug. Today my favourite supermarked would have celebrated its 130th birthday.

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Vi begynder med dagens tekop. I dag ville Irma være fyldt 130 år.

Then off we went for mass. At the station the weather could not make up its mind. Looking to the Vest

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Så tog vi til messe. På stationen kunne vejret ikke beslutte sig. Vi kigger først mod vest

... and twards the East  ~  og så mod øst.

We had sunshine and heavy showers before we reached church. It was the same on our way hime. 

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På vej både til og fra kirke havde vi solskin og kraftige byger.

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We brought a mint plant for a couple of good friends.

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Vi medbraget en mynte til et par gode venner

This photo also makes me a bit grumpy. The "Blue spot" is meant for the old ticket system, and no longer in use. It seems to me that every time they make a new system, it's more expensive and less user friendly and practical than the old one.

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Billedet her gør mig også lidt trist. Det blå punkt er til det gamle Rejsekort, der ikke virker længere. Det synes som om at hver gang de ændrer systemerne, bliver det ringere og dyrere.

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And in the news: A campaign against drunken drivers. I find it refreshing that it's an old woman being asked to "please breathe into this", instead of the stereotypical young man.

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Og i nyhederne. Jeg finder det forfriskende, at de er en ældre kone, der bliver hevet ud og bedt om at puste, i stedet for at det altid er den unge mand.

Using the Words ~ Rantipole ;)

A partial repeat - and using the Words. The Wednesday hex hit again. I copy/pasted this from River's blog Tuesday evening, fully expecting to write something Wednesday - which was then tomorrow, now it's the day before yesterday ;)

River wrote:
Since it becomes Wednesday in some parts of the world while it is still Tuesday here, i am providing the prompts now, so you can work on them and post them when it's Wednesday where you are.

This week’s prompts are:
Mood
Peanut
Weakness
Novel
Ride
Jump
    and/or the following archaic or seldom used words
Asunder (apart)
Nary (none)
Rantipole (behaving in a romping or rude manner)

I also made the mistake of reading Mimi's story ... I might succeed in writing something later on ... well Peanuts sparked off this rant!

I'm not in the mood to write anything. I'm bothered and bitter and someone even ate all the peanuts. Peanuts are one of my weaknesses, I have loads of weaknesses, but none of the others are to be found either - of course. This is not novel, as I do the shopping, and know what not to stock. Now if I want something to munch on, I'll have to go for a ride on my bike, or jump on the bus to town.
    Well nothing is falling asunder just because there's no peanuts, or crackers, or gummies for me to munch on. Nary a person ever died from no crackers, and no matter how much I'd rather sit here or go and be the proverbial old rantipole down at the bus stop because my bus line is temporarily re-routed (the water-works digging) I'd better get off my behind and go paint my bathroom where I repaired some holes, cut down the creeping vine threatening my spouts, bake a cake for tomorrow, or some of the gazillion other things on my to-do list.
    Ahh! this rant helped. I feel better now, and off I'll go and paint. See you, and thanks for reading.

 

Words for Wednesday :: Only the Words :: August 19

The Wednesday hex hit again. I copy/pasted this from River's blog Tuesday evening, fully expecting to write something Wednesday - which was then tomorrow, now it's yesterday ;)

River wrote:
Since it becomes Wednesday in some parts of the world while it is still Tuesday here, i am providing the prompts now, so you can work on them and post them when it's Wednesday where you are.

This week’s prompts are:
Mood
Peanut
Weakness
Novel
Ride
Jump
    and/or the following archaic or seldom used words
Asunder (apart)
Nary (none)
Rantipole (behaving in a romping or rude manner)

Now I made the mistake of reading Mimi's story ... I migth succeed in writing something later on ...



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Tuesday's Wordle. I'd still like a "Sea of Yellow" achievement.

Wordle 1.886 4/6
⬜⬜🟨🟨⬜
⬜⬜🟨⬜⬜
⬜🟨⬜⬜⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

En tiltrængt fejring ~ A much needed Celebration.

I dag fejrer vi en trofast gammel ven. Alle - eller i hvert fald de fleste - danskere tager sådan én i hånden ofte. Selv dem, der ikke tror at de gør det, bruger den mindst hver fjerde år.

Jeg taler om Vikingblyanten. Her som valgblyant.

 -- 💛✍💙 --

Today we celebrate an old friend. We all use it, more or less frequently, and in Denmark it is to be found in every election booth.

We're talking of the #2 pencil.

For noget tid siden diskuterede vi med en kunstner. Han var - ligesom jeg - af den opfattelse, at håndskrift og kreativitet - og måske endda personlig udvikling - hænger sammen. Og at den afgørende faktor her er finmotorisk udøvelse og træning, sagt på en anden måde, håndskrift.
    Vi var også enige om at den sekskantede blyant var uovertruffen, man sider jo og drejer rundt, når man skriver, især i indlæringsfasen. Det er derfor, jeg før i tiden pillede de der trekantede "skrivehjælpere" af Ugleungernes blyanter, og i stedet købte dem nogle tykke, gode (og dyre!) sekskantede blyanter når de startede i skolen. Og derfor jeg insisterede på at de skulle skrive "linjer" hver dag - de har hadet det. Og derfor at jeg, når Wordle eller andre rebusser driller mig - griber til papir og blyant. Der er bare en anden, umiddelbar genvej mellem hånd og ånd når man sidder med en blyant, end der er gennem et tastatur.
    Han gjorde mig opmærksom på noget, jeg kun underbevidst havde registreret; nemlig at den her velkendte, motorik- og håndskriftvenlige sag - den sekskantede skoleblyant - var blevet uhyre svær at få fat på.
    Forleden var jeg i en boghandel i andet ærinde, og søreme. Viking, nej den var "udmeldt af sortimentet". Det vil sige, at den kan man nu kun købe ét sted i København, og så på nettet. Der kan den til gengæld fås i alle regnbuens farver oven i købet med navn på.

Some time ago, we had a discussion with an artist. He was – like I am – of the opinion that handwriting and creativity – and perhaps even personal development – are linked. And that the determining factor is the practice and training of fine motor skills while thinking; in other words, handwriting.
    We also agreed that the hexagonal pencil is superior; you turn it round and round while writing, especially when you’re learning. That’s why, back in the days, I always removed those triangular ‘writing aids’ from the Owlets’ pencils and instead bought them thick, good-quality (and expensive!) hexagonal pencils when they started school. And that’s why I insisted they should write ‘lines’ every day – they’ve hated it. And that’s why, when Wordle or other word puzzles get tough, I reach for pen and paper. There’s simply a different, more immediate connection between hand and mind while writing with a pencil than there is via a keyboard.
    He drew my attention to something I’d only subconsciously noticed: that this well-known, motor-skills and handwriting friendly item – the hexagonal school pencil – was getting harder and harder to find.
    The other day I was in a bookshop on another errand, and lo and behold. I asked for Viking pencils. The answer: – Sorry, it has been discontinued. That means you can only buy it in one place in Copenhagen, and then online. There, on the other hand, it’s available in every colour of the rainbow, and imprinted with a name of ypour choice on it to boot.

 -- 💛✍💙 --

Må jeg slå et slag for at vi begynder at efterspørge denne sekskantede klassiker, købe den, bruge den og give den som gave. Gerne i farver og med navn eller lignende.

 -- 💛 - - 💙 --

May I suggest that we start asking for this hexagonal classic, buying it, using it and giving it as a gift? Preferably in different colours and with the recipients' name on it.

Billeder fra Vikings hjemmeside   --  💛 LINK 💙  --  All photos from Viking's Homepage

Poetry Monday :: Sunny Days

Every Monday is Poetry Monday.

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

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

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Today the prompt is  Sunny Days. This is a nice prompt. We have had lots of sunny days so far.

Sunny Days
Our sunny days now take a break
with clouds and showers coming here.
But this is fine, our tiny lake
has sunken down from here 一 to there__.

But when the lake again is full
I hope the clouds will run away!
It's not yet time for shoes and wool
we need more sunshine, bright and gay.

- - - - - Coming Prompts - - - - -

August  24  - Photography
August  31  - Xerophyte
September 7 My culture
September 14 Beach huts
September 21 Solstice
September 28 Bonfire
.

Blue :: Sunday Selection ~ Colour26

It started off innocently with blue arrows and squiggles sprayed on the tarmac.
Det begyndte uskyldigt nok med blå pile og underlige symboler på asfalten.

"My" arrow - and very dusty shoe!  ~ "Min" pil, og meget støvede sko!


Then came the signs and so on.
Så kom skiltene og alt det andet.

Now every arrow has its own small excavation. Tomorrow: My arrow. New water pipes are installed.
Nu har hver pil sin egen lille udgravning. I morgen er det min pil, der står for tur. Vi får lagt nye vandledninger.

And they're BLUE! ~ Og de er BLÅ!

Colour26 ... Poetry and Words Where Have I Been?

Words for Wednesday ~ August 12, Words supplied by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings. The Words can be found there and at River's blog: Drifting through Life.

Plastic
Remain
Tooth
Wisecrack
Distant
Enjoy
    and/or the following phrases
Heads up (an advance warning)
Not all it's cracked up to be (failing to be as good as other people claim)
Playing possum (pretending to be dead, or being deceitful)

Using all words and expressions in the order they were given, dramatic and over the top, based in truth:

Plastic seems to be all that remain of my poor tooth. My dentist said the following wisecrack: Your teeth are all soon to be distant works of art, enjoy them while they're still there.

In other words, she gave me a heads-up to start saving for some major work. I do not think dentures are all they're cracked up to be, so I'll go on trying to retain my few remaining teeth and play possum when the subject arises, until it can no longer be dodged.

Poetry Monday ~ August 10, prompt: Bluebell
This prompt was given for Monday 10th, the birthday of one of my sons. And in my head rolls a tune, I always thought to be Bluebells of Scotland, but is not. One of my other sons participated in a theatre at school, where this tune; the 'not-Bluebells of Scotland' was used. It went on about sheep, about sheep-shearing, and of sheep-shearers up in the highlands. I think it was made for the occasion, as I cannot find it anywhere.
     It wholly and totally prevents me thinking any sensible thought on Bluebells.

And the Colour of August:

One photo from last week

That's not Denmark 😉. We were away on a mini-holiday, visiting Ribe, Hamburg, and Lübeck. This is from Hamburg, a picture of what I called the "Terrible Tower" The church was bombed during WWII, the tower still stands, fortified, and a lift takes you to the top of the then tallest, now still fifth-tallest church tower in the world. During the trip up and down you can look directly down and out through all the holes and missing windows! Did I ever tell you that I'm not fond of heights?


And Wordle for Tuesday, August 11 ... the day I returned

Wordle 1.879 5/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
⬜⬜⬜⬜🟩
⬜⬜⬜🟩⬜
⬜🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
once again earning me the "Sea of Green"

Words for Wednesday :: Only the Words :: Busy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

And for today we were given:  
well
understanding
challenge
person
genuine
suffering
    and/or
faith
ambition
chance
hard
design
closet

BUSY:

I have for some time been running after my own tali .. or whatever it saying goes ... been too busy. I'm off for a small break. See you all!

Poetry Monday :: Tractor & Belated Colour26

Every Monday is Poetry Monday.

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

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

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Today the prompt is Tractor. This is an easy prompt for me. The steers outside are filled with tractors, red Tractors, green tractors, blue tractors, all lugging a trailer, sometimes in the same colour as the tractor, but often not. The other day two busy tractors crossed one another outside de our house, going slowly in the narrow road. One loaded, one empty, one red tractor with a green trailer, one green tractor with a red trailer. I do not know why we found this so fun, but it was ... just one of these things.

The blue tractors are mostly the excat blue I found for the Colour of the Month.

Just outside my door
I see tractors galore
It is harvest time

Blue tractors that fill
trailers to the gills
It is harvest time

They swing and they sway
throughout the day
It's harvest time

The grain that it spills
end up in the bills
of sparrows and tits.

We hear the combine
from seven to nine
around the clock.

Outside my door
there's tractors galore.
It's harvest time.

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

August  10  - Bluebell
August  17  - Sunny days
August  24  - Photography
August  31  - Xerophyte.

Words for Wednesday ~ July 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 coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

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

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

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

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

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

And for today we were given:  
Snake,
Linen,
Cake,
Tired,
Letter,
Clip
and/or
Brush,
Matter,
Rake,
Blue,
Bush,
Read

Wednesday Hex strikes again. Today, Thursday, I used all the words for another Here & now, only not "matter" ... and for once not in the order they were given.
    This was my last Wednesday supplying the Words for Wednesday. As I wrote and sent them to River back in December last year, they were as new to me as they were to you. In August the Words will be suppiled by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings, and will go live there as well as at River's Drifting through Life 

Yesterday the first thing on the agenda was PE, as every Wednesday. I passed a dead snake on my way to the bus stop. It was quite dead and totally flat, run over by several cars. Poor guy.
    After PE, I hurried to the train station on my tired legs and caught a train direction Hillerød.

Yesterday we visited my mother's grave for her birthday.
    We met up with three of the Owlets and we brushed up the grave site, where also the Owlets' paternal grandparents are buried. We straightened up the headstones, weeded, planted some new orange, white and blue flowers, laid the flagstones back in place, and raked the gravel. It looked nice when we were done.
    Then we said some prayers and went leisurely back through the graveyard, reading some of the headstones - many of them commemorating former friends or acquaintances - wondering in one place why all the letters were polished up, but not the hyphens, We ended up in a nearby place where we ate pizza, spaghetti. ice-cream and cake, and reminisced and talked.
    We travelled home by a bus, two trains and finally yet another bus, where one Owlet and I ran to catch it, and the Writer as always biked home.
    Home again I took down the bed linen from the clothes line. Then I fed the hens some weeds, removing part of the brush growing under the clothes lines.
    As one of the last thing, as I sat down at my computer to check my e-mail, I found the missing hair clip - it had been sitting right there, hidden in plain sight - for two weeks' time. Big Sis still has the other one, but she's away travelling.

Colour of the Month ~ August ~ Månedens farve

The colour of the Month for August is  ~  Månedens farve for august er

For august fik jeg endnu en grøn, så jeg lod systemet vælge en anden. Denne fine blå.
For August I originally had yet a green, after finishing, I tried another, and got this pretty blue.

Poetry Monday :: Relief

Every Monday is Poetry Monday.

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

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

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

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

  -- 🍳 -- 🥩 -- 🥕 -- 🐟 -- 🍥 -- 🌿 -- 🍚 --

Today's prompt is Relief

Sometimes, when I have no idea what to do with the words, I simply find all words that rhyme with it, and mostly a nonsense verse takes form. This happened today as well.
    I asked for rhymes on Relief - which I suspect can be pronounced in two different ways with different meanings. And I was given: Belief  - Broadleaf  - Debrief  - Flyleaf  - Khalif  - Longleaf  - Massif  - Motif - Serif -  and  Beef!
Longleaf and Broadleaf sounds like pipeweeds  from the Hobbit, I looked them up, and the truth is more plain.

It turned into this:

Last week we had beef
now it's a relief
to write of a leaf

Although my belief
is that the Khalif
would rather have beef
than slender longleaf.

I see a motif
in every broadleaf
oh, what a relief!

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

August  3 -  Tractors
August  10  - Bluebell
August  17  - Sunny days
August  24  - Photography
August  31  - Xerophyte.

Sunday Selection ~ Rubber Ducks Søndagsbilleder ~ Badeænder

Back then, over 30 years ago, when I painted the bathroom for the first time, stencil painting was all the rage. I wanted to give it a go too, but stencils were ridiculously expensive. I got a couple for free from the paint shop, but they weren’t all that inspiring. So I simply made my own. Some sheets for an  overhead projector, flotsam from some failed project was perfectly good – stiff and easy to draw on. So I had a bit of fun and made some flowers for the stairs – perhaps more on that later – and a rubber duck with waves for our bathroom.
 

  〰  🦆  〰 

Dengang for over 30 år siden, da jeg malede badeværeslet første gang, var stencilmaling det store nyt. Jeg ville også, men stencils var hammerdyre. Jeg fik et par gratis hos farvehandleren, medn de var ikke så inspirerende. Så jeg lavede simpelthen mine egne. Overhead-plastik, som vi havde fra et eller andet skibbrudent projekt, var godt og stift og til at tegne på. Så jeg legede og fabrikerede en blomsterremse til trappe - måkske mere om den senere - og en badeand med bølger til vores badeværelse.

  〰  🦆  〰 

    Unfortunately, the stencil paint had hardened up, and unlike back then, paint is now ridiculously expensive and stencils quite cheap, so I bought ordinary paint instead. It doesn’t give quite as good a result, but it’s not too bad. Yes, I still had the old stencils. I even knew where!
    We simply have to have rubber ducks in our bathroom!

  〰  🦆  〰 

    Stencilmalingen var desværre stivnet, og i modsætning til dengang, er maling nu hammerdyr og stencils til at betale, så jeg købte almindelig maling i stedet. Det giver ikke helt så godt et resultat, men det er til at leve med. Ja, jeg havde stadigvæk de gamle stencils, og jeg kunne endda huske, hvor de var!
    Badeænder skal der være på vores badeværelse!

Here I begin, waves, a rubber duck, waves, a rubber duck, and so on.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Her er starten, En blå bølge, en badeand, en blå bølge, nok en and, og så videre.

And the end reaching the other side of the window. One of the ducks to the right looks not quite right

  〰  🦆  〰 

Og her slutter jeg ved den anden side af vinduet. En af badeænderne ser vist  lidt sær ud ...

Oh, it's green, and swimming the wrong way too. This is new, I wonder what the Owlets will say, when they come home visiting ...

  〰  🦆  〰 

Den er grøn, og så svømmer den den gale vej. Det er nyt. Gad vide hvad Ugleungerne siger til det, når de kommer på besøg.

The one on the small cupboard turned green as well. It's an opposite duck, maybe.
    If you embiggen this photo you might be able to see the shadow of two leaves and an owl; old stickers, that I peeled off after they sat there for very long. The cupboard catches the morning sun and has turned ivory over the years. Not so the parts cowered by leaves and owl.
    This happened Wednesday and Thursday.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Den på skabet blev også en grøn på tværs-badeand.
    Hvis man forstørrer billedet, kan det være, at man kan se aftrykket af to blade og en ugle. Der har siddet nogle klistermærker i mange år. Skabet får morgensol og derfor var klistermærkerne afblegede - og skabet gulnet - med tiden.
    Det var onsdag og torsdag.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Friday I put everything back in place, also this rubber duckling, living in the window sill.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Fredag satte jeg alting på plads. Også denne lille grønne badeand, der bor i vindueskarmen.

And I saw why I was not fully satisfied with the look of the two green ducks ... their bill should be red, not green! Try again!

  〰  🦆  〰 

Og jeg fandt ud af, hvorfor jeg ikke var tilfreds med de malede, grønne ænder. Deres næb skal jo være røde! På den igen!

Ducks not quite in a row, now red-billed.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Ænder på rad og række, sådan da. Nu med røde næb.

And the one on the cupboard. I think this is the nicest of the lot.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Og så den på skabet, det er nok den mest vellykkede af dem alle sammen.

  〰  🦆  〰 

I think that those ducks count for the colour of the month as well.

  〰  🦆  〰 

Mon ikke de ænder tæller for månedens farve også? Det synes jeg.

Words for Wednesday ~ July 22 ~ Wednesday Hex Still ~ Here and Now

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

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

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

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

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

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

And for today we were given:
Spice,
Think,
Scissors,
Glue,
Numbers,
Glum
   and/or 
Patch,
Banana,
Evening,
Lamp,
Shady,
Golden

As I'm still suffering from a hex making my Wednesdays busy, it is now Thursday. Another Here and now, describing my busy Wednesday.

Wednesday I went to town early. I did not go by bike, as it was raining and windy. First on the program was an hour's PE, then shopping for spices, yoghurt, granola and a new hairclip for me. My daughter accidentally took off with  the only working one, I had, and the other one went missing some days ago. I think that working with scissors, glue, paint and cleaning solutions, climbing up and down furniture and ladders with my hair hanging down, could lead to any number of mishaps and accidents, I had to find a new one and now foresaw the glum prospect of trawling all the smart-ass shops in town. Luckily I decided to visit a second hand store and found two! hairclips small enough for my thin and slippery hair.
    After a knitting circle meeting - which was very nice, involving cake, lots of talking, new books to peruse - and naturally knitting - I returned home in the late afternoon.
    Then I downloaded a bothersome patch for some computer troubles, drank coffee with hubby, ate a banana, jumped into my "dirty clothes" put one of the new hairclips in my hair and scrubbed, rinsed off and painted our bathroom. It's not big, but I last painted it over 30 years ago, when first we moved in here. It was in need of a repaint. It was evening before I was done.
    Then we ate leftovers from yesterday, and sat a bit by lamplight drinking a cup of tea while watching the shades grow deeper and darker as the golden sun set. I installed the patch, almost swearing over the lots of bugs and unwieldy solutions. Then I went out into the semi-dark garden, closing greenhouse, garden gates, and chicken coop - it was time for bed.
    No time for writing.

Poetry Monday :: Beef

Every Monday is Poetry Monday.

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

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

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

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

  -- 🍳 -- 🥩 -- 🥕 -- 🐟 -- 🍥 -- 🌿 -- 🍚 --

Today's prompt is Beef

By now I think that you all know that I love limited poems, like Haiku, and Elfje. During the 2025 A-Z Challenge, I found the Epulaeryu at ladyleemanila's blog.
As always when pressed for time and energy, I recourse to these short forms. I still need some practise in Epulaeryu - strange name with a strange explanation:

The Epulaeryu poem is about delicious food (The name is, I think, a mixture of Greek and Japanese).
It consists of seven lines and thirty-three syllables.
The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1 syllables, and the seventh line ends with an exclamation mark.


A tempting smell is wafting
to us from the pan.
We sprinkle salt and pepper
we turn it as we can.
Serve it with taters
and veggies.
Beef!

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

July 27 -  Relief
August  3 -  Tractors
August  10  - Bluebell
August  17  - Sunny days
August  24  - Photography
August  31  - Xerophyte.

Sunday Selections ~ Søndagsbilleder July 19 Colour26

This past week ... I've been folding tiny stars.
Each star is made from nine squares cut from a tea bag wrapper or an equivalent size of gift wrapper. I know what I'm going to use them for -- or at least I have an idea.

I den forgangne uge ... har jeg foldet miniaturestjerner.
Hver af dem er foldet af ni firkanter klippet ud af tebrevsomslag. Eller af gavepapir klippet i samme størrelse. Jeg har en idé til, hvad de skal bruges til.

There's something Jade green in this star.

Der er Jadegrønne felter på denne her stjerne.

I've  hung up decorative objects on our new shed.

Jeg har hængt ting op at pynte på vores nye skur.

And eaten summer candy.

Og spist sommerslik.

And seen a snake ... or maybe not.

Og set en slange ... eller også ikke.

This last one has a partially Jade green background.

Baggrunden i det sidste billede her er også Jadegrøn.

Fredagsfrustration - eller snarere -undren Friday Frustration -- or rather Astonishment

I går løste jeg Wordle med bare grønne bogstaver, og det gav mig et badge, "Sea of Green".
I dag løste jeg Wordle med bare gule bogstaver. Hvorfor er der ikke et "Sea of Yellow" for det?

-- 🟨   🟩 --

Yesterday I solved the Wordle with only green letters, and had the badge Sea of Green to show for it.
Today I solved the Wordle with only yellow letters. Why am I not given a Sea of Yellow badge for this?

I går / Yesterday:

Wordle 1.853 3/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜🟩
⬜🟩⬜🟩⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

I dag / Today:

Wordle 1.854 3/6
🟨🟨⬜🟨🟨
🟨🟨🟨🟨⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Gårsdagens / Yesterday's Sea of Green:

Using the Words ~ "Here and Now"

Ants,
Sushi,
Meeting,
Miniature,
Juniper,
Leaves 
    and/or
Mushroom,
Seagull,
Windy,
Glass,
Knit,
Safe
    and/or the photo of a dormer window ... I did not use it, but I want to.

Once again I'm late, and once again this week I did not succeed in writing out the idea in my head. Another "here and now" is all I can do. And I took up my extra challenge of using the Words in the order they're given.

Today I spent the day cleaning, picking berries and fighting ants. The ants were flying today, and came out through a hole in our windowsill - inside. I fought them with the vacuum cleaner, running from the books and dust bunnies upstairs to the downstairs garden door carrying our vacuum cleaner.
I made sushi for dinner for me and the Pirate, he and the Writer also had pierogi, and we all had fried zucchini and pasta.
    We have had no serious meetings for some days now, we're having summer holidays and thoroughly enjoying it. The sun is shining almost every day, the berries are ripe, and the ants are flying!
While dusting and re-arranging books (and ants) I also found some of the miniature Lego figures, belonging to a Hogwarts Christmas calendar from ome years ago. I like them, they are fun with Luna Lovegood dressed in a lion costume, and Dumbledore in an elf's hat with a wand and a sprig of juniper - I think this strange, I would have expected holly or ivy, but the leaves look just like juniper to me.

Yesterday Marsupilami was home visiting. We ate mushrooms, meatballs, and more, and he told of his fishing trip. He did not catch anything edible, only a sea anemone attached to a stone. But it had been a nice trip. Lots of seagulls, and the pier was nice and windy, he's not as crazy about heat and sunshine as I am. We put the sea anemone in a glass of water with salt in it, but it died anyway. It reminded me of the cacti, I am knitting - I know ... knitted cacti are not what I normally do, but the Owlets teased me, and told me that woolly cacti are the only safe ones. Pictures will come, promise.

Today's Wordle earned me another "Sea of Green":

Wordle 1.853 3/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜🟩
⬜🟩⬜🟩⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
And it was a fast solve too.

Words for Wednesday ~ Only the Words ~ July 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

And for today we were given:
Ants,
Sushi,
Meeting,
Miniature,
Juniper,
Leaves  
    and/or
Mushroom,
Seagull, 
Windy,
Glass,
Knit,
Safe 
    and/or the photo of a dormer window - thanks to River for this term.

As usual my Wednesday has been extraordinary busy - some kind of Wednesday hex maybe - I hope to use the Words in the days to come.

Poetry Monday :: Dandelion Seeds

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

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

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

Today's prompt is Dandelion Seeds, This was not an easy topic for me. I really like Dandelions, and thir seeds aer so pretty, but making a poem about them... I could get no traction whatsoever, so after racking my brain for some time, I did something else - the idea of this challenge is after all to make us write poetry, not to pull out our hair :) 

    A week or two ago I bought this book second hand.
    It contains selected poems by one of my favourite poets: Halfdan Rasmussen, whose praises I've sung before.
    The title-poem - Mariehønen Evigglad (Mariehøne means Ladybird; Evigglad means always happy) - inspired me. And I made it into a poem in English. It has nothing in common with Dandelion seeds, except for maybe being flighty and fun.







1.
The ladybird called Everglad
went walking down the garden path
And there she saw that Felix snail
was sleeping by a water pail.

2.
Then rain came down and thunder rolled
and Everglad got wet and cold
she sought her aid in Felix snail
knocked on his shell beside the pail.

3.
And Felix called out: - Do come in!
come out of thunder, rain, and wind.
It is not roomy as you see
but dry and cozy as can be!

4.
They both sat down and laughed a lot
in Felix' snail shell, nice and hot.
And there beside the water pail
Miss Everglad turned Madam Snail.

Extra  -- it seems that almost every kindergarten in Denmark has made their own 5th verse.
I took the ones I liked best and made my own 5th verse in English.

5.
And lots of happy kids they had
that looked a lot like mom and dad,
and they flew off into the blue
with shells and spots - my tale is true.

Sunday Selection ~ Søndagsbilleder

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

Grapes coming up.  ~  Kommende vindruer.

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

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

Words for Wednesday ~ July 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poetry Monday :: Moody ~ ~ CORRECTION!

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

 -- 🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻 -- 

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

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

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

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


It is NOT my poem!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fredagsfrustration ~ Friday Frustration

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

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

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

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

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


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

Words for Wednesday ~ Using the Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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