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!

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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.

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.

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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.

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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!



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Next Mondays topic is: Funeral

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

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Home again we found a spider. it was almost pumpkin orange, the colour of the month

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.

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,

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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.

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The old ones lives all year round on a small "tree" in our living room.