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 
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Røde ribs, som hverken duer eller solsorte har ædt endnu.

Oxalis, This luscious plant began as three tiny, shrivelled bulbs. 
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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.
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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. 
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Ærter. Piraten mener de ligner auberginer. Det er ikke helt forkert.

Sunday Selection :: June 14

Today a few pink items. Not quite Razzmatazz, the colour of the month, but I try. And then a few non-pink items.

I dag har jeg fundet et par pink ting, ingen af dem rammer månedens farve, Razzmatazz, men jeg prøver. Så er der også lidt uden pink i.

One of the strands in this zipper-hanger on my backpack is very pink! It's made by my youngest grandchild.

Denne her lynlås-hænger på min rygsæk, der er flettet af mit yngste barnebarn, indeholder et par pink snore.

We painted (some of) our shed, and re-hung this "Our Lady with Child". The flower holder was also good for a re-use. The peony here is pinker in real life.

Vi fik malet (noget af) vores nye skur - og det blev ikke grønt; det blev gult. Så hængte vi Maria-relieffet op igen, og blomsterhylden kunne også genbruges. Pæonen her er meget mere pink i virkeligheden.

Today our church celebrated its 40th birthday, with never a touch of pink.
I dag fejrede vores kirke sin 40 års fødselsdag. Helt uden noget pink.

On our way home by train I saw two of these strange 'buffers'. Maybe they were the last leftovers of Copenhagen Sprint, that passed here earlier today?

På vej hjem med toget så jeg to sådanne sære 'stødpuder'. Måske er de de sidste rester efter Copenhagen Sprint, der kom her forbi tidligere i dag?

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And now to some good news from the garden -- Og så lige et par gode nyheder på havefronten

My Yuzu is re-sprouting once again  -- 🩷 -- Min yuzu skyder igen-igen.

Same as my bog-myrtle -- 🩷 --  Lige som min mosepors.

Today's Wordle made a fun pattern

Wordle 1.821 5/6
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Søndagsbilleder ~ en travl uge & Colour 26 Sunday Selections ~ a Busy Week

I går aftes satte jeg mig ned og skrev dette ordmaleri, Fotos kommer til sidst:

Nu er en travl uge forbi. Jeg har redigeret et blad, kogt sæbe, lavet salver, pakker det hele pænt, ordnet have til den store guldmedalje og frosset rabarber ned.

I dag var jeg på marked i Vejby, sæsonens første, med plantebytte og højt, klart solskin. Jeg havde fyldt cykelanhængeren med planter. Markedet i dag gik godt - og jeg fik solgt eller byttet mine flotte bronzefennikelplanter -  men det var hårdt at cykle frem og tilbage, for der var noget i vejen med min cykelanhænger. Heldigvis har jeg altid et cykel-multi-værktøj i tasken, så jeg kunne reparere det før turen hjem.

Her til aften blev jeg færdig med at lave lay out og læse korrektur.

Her til aften gemte jeg det reviderede, næsten færdigt til tryk, der mangler en lille tekst, der først kommer mandag aften. Men alt andet er på plads.

Her til aften kom Skribenten hjem før lovet, fordi han nåede et forsinket tog undervejs, forsinkelser er ikke altid af det onde, så vi kunne spise sammen i god ro og fred.

Her til aften gik jeg ud i skumringen og vandede haven og puttede hønsene. Månen var præcis halv, syrenerne duftede, og alting groede. Haven havde et par søde overraskelser til mig.

Pinsen er begyndt - helligdage starter jo ved vesper aftenen i forvejen,

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Last night I sat down and wrote this peaceful word-picture, photo-pictures will follow.

Today marks the end of a busy week. I’ve been editing a small magazine, soaping, making unpetroleum jelly and packaging all these for the market, I've been weeding and woking in the garden and harvesting and freezing rhubarbs for pie and cakes later on.

Today I went to the Farmers' Market – the first of the season – including plant swap and under a bright, blue sky. I’d filled my bike trailer with plants. The market went well, and I managed to sell or swap my lovely bronze fennel plants – but it was hard work biking there and back again, as there was something wrong with my bike trailer. Luckily, I always carry a multi-tool in my bag, and was able to fix it before heading home.

Tonight I finished lay-outing and proofreading.

Tonight I saved the revised text, almost ready to send to the printer; all that’s missing is a small piece of text that won’t arrive until Monday evening. But everything else is in place.

Tonight the Writer came home earlier than expected, because he had caught a delayed train. Sometimes delays are good! We could eat dinner together without it being too late.

Tonight I went out at dusk to water the garden and put the chickens to bed. The moon was exactly half, the lilacs smelled deliciously, and everything was growing. The garden had a couple of lovely surprises in store for me.

Pentecost has begun – the holidays always start at vespers the evening before.

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Der er 500 gram rabarber i hver pose, lige tilpas til en kage.
Each bag contains 500 grams, just right for a cake.

En anhænger fuld af planter til markedet.
A trailer full of plants for the market.

Der sydes sæbe  ~  Soaping.

Min stand på markedet. Min trofaste cykel er også med.
My booth at the market. My faithful bike is resting in the background.

De første Iris var sprunget ud i vores frøsø, og lyste gyldent mod bladene i tusmørket.
The first yellow irises were blooming in the pond, golden against the green in the dusk.

Tulipaner, jeg tror nok det er en sygdom, der får dem til at se sådan ud, men jeg kan godt lide det.
Tulips. I think the two coloured petals are caused by a disease, but I like the looks.

En nats frost. Selv dækket med lagener kunne græskarret Uchi kuri ikke lide det. Jeg tror den overlever, men ...
One night of frost. Even covered with sheets the small pumpkin called Uchi Kuri did NOT like the frost. It will survive, but ...

Den samme græskarsort sået samme dag, men den har stået inde i domen hele tiden.
The same pumkin, sown same day, but planted inside the greenhouse.

Uden for domen gror der vaidplanter, de er ikke til at styre, og kommer op over det hele med deres fine, gyldne blomster. Jeg har aldrig nogen førsteårsplanter - og det er dem der giver farve. Sært.

Outside the greenhouse there's many woad plants. They grow everywhere and flower with an abundance of golden flowers. I never find any of the small first year plants, and they are the dyers - strange things happen.

Inde i domen har jeg ladet en underlig plante stå, jeg har været ved at hive den væk flere gange, for den var altså lidt stor, men den så så underlig ud, så den fik lov at leve. Nu blomstrer den så, og afslører sig som vaid, en farveplante, der farver smuk gyldengult, og som jeg ha prøvet at få til at gro ude i beden i flere år.Hvordan den lige er endt herinde, aner jeg ikke, men jeg er meget glad for den.

Inside the dome I let a strange plant survive. It grew big, and I has been about to pull it more times, but it was so unlike anything. Now it's flowering, and revealing itself as weld - a dye plant dyeing a good, strong golden yellow. I've tried to grow it outside form at least three years, never with any luck. How it ended up in here, I'll never know, but I'm thankful!

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Der var også ret meget gyldent i denne lille beretning, og det er jo månedens farve her i maj.

In this small report, there's quite a bit of golden, which is the Colour of the month for May.

Poetry Monday :: Bisquit

Mandagsdigtet er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt håber vi - 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.

For at kunne fortsætte denne blogleg uden at overanstrenge os selv – vi vil skrive digte og fjolle lidt rundt, ikke rive os i håret over at have glemt at finde nye på stikord - har Mimi og jeg besluttet at vi fra den 4. august hægter os på gruppen  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.

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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.

In order to to continue this challenge and not overexert ourselves - we want to write poems and goof around a bit, not spend time pulling out our hairs over forgetting to find new prompts - Mimi and I have decided to latch onto the 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.

  I have something more 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 subject is Bisquit.

But you won't get a poem about biscuits. Because yesterday, the Writer found a big, beautiful toad in the garden. It peed on him, as toads do, and after we had all admired it, it was put out in the dome.

Many years ago, the Owlets and I made one of those nonsense verses that are fun to make and pop up from time to time over the years. It's running through my head now, so here it is:

Peeing toads are toady-peeing almost all day long
and in between they sing us all a crazy toady song.

To make up for the brevity and inanity of the poem, you'll have a photo of the toad.

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Dagens stikord er Bisquit.

    Men I får nu ikke noget digt om kiks. For i går fandt Skribenten en stor, flot tudse ude i haven. Den tissede på ham, som tudser jo gør, og efter at vi havde beundret den alle sammen, blev den sat ud i domen.
    For mange år siden lavede Ugleungerne og jeg en af den slags nonsensvers, som er sjove at lave, og som dukker op af og til igennem årene. Det kører fundt inde i mit hoved nu, så det kommer her:

Tisse-tudser tudse-tisser hele dagen lang
og ind i mellem synger de en tosset tudsesang.

Indrømmet, kort og fjollet, så I fortjener et foto af tudsen også.

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Coming prompts:
Aug 18 Don’t be afraid
Aug 25 Wonderful
Sep 1 Under the sea
Sep 8 Big City
Sep 15 Tea fusing
Sep 22 Kitchen
Sep 29 Snuggles

Words for Wednesday ~ July 16

Word for Wednesday is a challenge that was started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable event with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us 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.

In July, MotherOwl - yes, that's me will supply us with prompts, but they'll appear at  Elephant's Child's blog. I wrote and sent them back in December last year, so they are as new to me as they are to you. I hope they'll get us all writing.

 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.

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I'm shocked writing the date. More than half the year has gone past already, and more than half the summer.

For today we had these words:
Party
Chance
Note
Faucet
Black
Idea
    And/or
Jelly
Leather
Books
Root
Amusement
Pardon
I'm going to be a bit "mad as a hatter" today. I only used the stricken words. 

Beg your pardon, but yesterday I thought out a crazy computer game. I am going to tell of it here for your amusement. It's called the Gooseberry Gardener.

The objective is to pick as many gooseberries as possible from one bush. Problem is, it's entangled in other bushes, other gooseberry bushes as well as redcurrant bushes. Every time you make a berry fall to the ground, be it one of the gooseberries, you're supposed to pick, another colour of gooseberry or some redcurrants, you lose a small amount of berries (d20, below 8 makes you lose 1 % of what you picked). The same happens if you prick your fingers on the gooseberry thorns (d20, below 10 makes you lose 1 % of what you picked).
I think I need to add some sort of saves, eg. every time you reach one whole kg or full berry picking container, go offload and none of these berries can be lost again.

Additional difficulties, DLCs in gamer lingo, can be added. Each DLC giving a level up, increasing the chance of more berries, but also the risks of a fail. Installing one = difficulty level 2, installing both = difficulty level 3:

• Weeds: Adds nettles and bindweeds, one will sting you, one will pull off berries, both making you lose some berries. Again roll d20, below 12 makes you lose 2 % of what you picked. 
• Optimistic Spring Gardener: Adds rebar poles and twine, meant to hold branches off the ground, now just adding to the tangle. And naturally having bindweed climbing the twine if Weeds is installed.

Pro gamers are invited to add: Approaching Thunderstorm. Making this a timed game, finish in time or get drenched.

Of course this game has its roots in real life. I'm sure you can guess what I did yestersday. I did pick all the green gooseberries (more than 10 kgs) - not the black or the red ones, and I initiated a similar game of  Blackcurrant Picker - minus the thorns - but lost to the Approaching Thunderstorm. I will continue playing again today.

Sunday Selections ~ Søndagsbilleder

I dag var jeg på en cykeltur. Jeg kom forbi en forholdsvis nyanlagt sø med maser af fugleliv ... nøj hvor er det svært at tage pæne billeder i solskinsvejr, når man ikke kan se skærmen på kameraet Her er en stribe mislykkede billeder - og så et par morsomme. Månedens farve er

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Today I went for a bike ride, and saw a new lake with lots of interesting bids. Bugger it's hard to snap a nice photo when the sun is shining into the tiny monitor on my camera. Here's some of my best fails.
The colour of the month is

Svaner er åbenbart voldsomt generte - 💛 - Swans are obviously shy birds. Who knew ...

De her rendte ingen steder - 💛 -These ones did not run away

En blishøne. For dagens smil følg linket til en blishønes fødder
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A coot. For today's smile follow this link to Coot's feet.

Jeg fotograferede en and og blev fotobombet af en hjort.
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I snapped a photo of a duck, the deer decided to photobomb me.

Og endelig en smule biodiversitet 😉 Hvis man har en benved - og det har jeg og er lykkelig over at den har overlevet - så må man finde sig i benvedspindemøl. De har heldigvis kun en generation, så træet skyder igen.

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And finally some biodiversity 😉 if you have a common spindle tree in your garden - I have, and I'm happy it survived - you have to put up with the Spindle ermine and their larvae.

20 maj 🐝 Biernes dag 🐝 Day of the Bees

20. maj er biernes dag. 🐝 Alle biers dag, også honningbier. Der er mange, der hader på honningbier for øjeblikket. Jeg prøver af moderere synspunkterne, og taler ud fra mine erfaringer som "dyrker" af vilde bier, honningbier og have i over 30 år, hvor jeg har læst, tænkt, iagttaget og lært.
     Jeg har "holdt" vilde bier, siden jeg var lille, vel rettere prøvet på det, og da jeg flyttede i hus, slog jeg mig løs. Jeg lod jord og sten ligge i bunker, jeg lod uslåede hjørner, kvasbunker, gamle stammer, sidste års stauder ... ligge i hjørnerne. Jeg har altid haft totalt mange vilde bier og humlebier rundt omkring på grunden.

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20 May is International Bee Day. 🐝 Day of all bees, including honey bees. At least in Denmark, most people liking biodiversity are hating on honey bees at the moment. I always try to moderate this hate, with my 30 years as a garden keeper and a bee-keeper with and without wild bees and honeybees ... thinking, reading, watching and learning.

I've been "keeping" wild bees since I was a kid, and when I moved into our house, I went wild. I left dirt and stones in piles, I left uncut weeds, brush piles, old logs, last year's perennials ... in the corners. I've always had a lot of wild bees and bumblebees around the property.

Solitærbiernes huller i den vidunderlige trappe 🐝 Solitary bees' holes in my wonderful stairs.

humlebier i fuglehuset, 🐝 bumblebees in birds' houses,

og alle mulige og umulige andre steder. Men det var og er ikke nok.

🐝

Here, there and everywhere, still it was not enough. Listen to my tale of bees and woes.

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     I Danmark er det kun humlebier og honningbier, der bor sammen i familier, resten er såkaldte solitærbier, det vil sige en bi, en rede. Så selv om jeg fra starten har haft en vild have med plads til alle mulige og umulige insekter ... dog ikke hvepse, de og børn trives ikke sammen på min matrikel ... så skete der noget efter et par år i eget hus.

     Jeg fik pludselig næsten ingen jordbær eller æbler, og dem, der var, var ligesom krøllede og sære. Jeg købte nye jordbærplanter, flyttede dem, vandede og gødede, lige meget hjalp det ... Så var jeg til et foredrag om bier og bestøvning på biblioteket, hvor der var billeder af jordbær, der havde stået under bitætte net. Det var et portrætfoto af mine jordbær.
     Da jeg så næste forår ikke så en eneste honningbi - men masser af vilde bier - i mine erantis, startede jeg en lille efterforskning. Resultatet var, de herboende biavlere enten var flyttet eller var kommet på plejehjem. Jeg tog fat med bestøverpenslen, og fik æbler, jordbær osv igen. Det kunne gå an, mens træerne var små og havde 20-30 blomster hver, men jeg håbede på at træerne ville blive større. Et par år senere fik jeg bier ... ikke mange, men nok. Det har jeg så ikke længere, men heldigvis er der en anden biavler med et par stader indenfor 5 km.

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In Denmark, only bumblebees and honeybees live together in families, the rest are so-called solitary bees, that is, one bee, one nest. So even though I've always had a wild garden with room for all sorts of insects... not wasps though, they and children don't get along on my property... something happened after a few years in my own house.
  Suddenly we had almost no strawberries or apples, and the ones we ad, were kind of curly and weird... I transplanted strawberries, I bought new plants, I fed and watered my strawberries, with no better outcome.
  Then I went to a lecture on bees and pollination at the library. They showed pictures of strawberries that had been under bee-proof nets. It was a portrait of my strawberries.
     When I didn't see a single honeybee - but plenty of wild bees - in my erantis the next spring, I started a little investigation. The result was that the local beekeepers had either moved away or gone into a nursing home. I grabbed a brush and set to work, and we had apples, strawberries, etc. again. This was not a permanent solution,, OK as long as apple trees grow one metre tall with 20 or so apples and the same for prunes and pears, but I hoped for my trees to grow! Some years later I had my first beehive ... never many bees, but enough. I no longer have bees, but luckily there is now another beekeeper with a few hives within 5 kilometres.

Mine bier flytter ind. 🐝 My bees moving in.

     Næste forår gik jeg længe og troede, at bierne ikke gad bestøve mine æbletræer, selv om stadet stod lige nedenunder. Det var bare mig, der var der på det gale tidspunkt altså ... de var der nemlig kun mellem 9 og 10 om formiddagen

     Alle biarter "går på arbejde" i forskellige planter på forskellige tidspunkter. Alt efter både planternes pollen- og nektarudskillellse, og hvornår de opdagede planten.

🐝

     The following spring, I thought for a long time that the bees didn't bother to pollinate my apple trees, even though the hive was right underneath. It was just me being there at the wrong time ... they were only there between 9 and 10 in the morning
     All bee species "go to work" in different plants at different times. Depending on both the pollen and nectar secretion of the plants and when the bees first discovered the plant.

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     Det er en balancegang. Honningbier kan ikke længere overleve vildt i Danmark så vi er nødt til at have biavlere med bistader, der skal ikke være flere honningbier end naturen kan bære, men de er nødvendige for bestøvningen af frugtplantager og frøafgrøder, for hvis de solitære skal stå for al bestøvningen, skal rigtig meget jord altså henlægges til bi-boliger.

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     It's a balancing act. Honey bees can no longer survive in the wild in Denmark (because of the varroa mite), we need beekeepers with hives, But we should not have more honey bees than nature can support, on the other hand they are necessary for pollination of orchards and seed crops, because if the solitary bees are to do all the pollination, a lot of land must be set aside for bee housing.

Wordle was tough today, I find that it is a bit unfair. Today's solution is not even a word ... or only half a word!
Today’s average difficulty is 4.6 guesses out of 6, or moderately challenging.
Anyway, 4.6 is ~ 5. I am average Wordler again.

Wordle 1.431 5/6
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Tirsdag, havearbejde & Wordle Tuesday, gardening & Wordle

Så fik jeg endelig plantet dome-squashene ud i den store, vilde have. Jeg lugede også hele domen, og plantede chilier og auberginer derude. Lugningen i domen producerede store mængder dild, der blev lagt til tørre.

I finally got round to planting the dome squash in the big, wild garden. I also weeded the whole dome and planted chillies and aubergines out there. Weeding the dome produced large quantities of dill that were left to dry.

Potten med citronverbena havde en gæst, der også blev plantet ud i bedene. Kender I navnet på gæsten?
Jeg plantede også en en jernurt og to store artiskokker ud i bedet her. Nu må der ikke komme mere frost.

The pot of lemon verbena had a visitor who also came out into the garden. Does anybody know the name of the guest?
I also planted a normal verbena and two large artichokes into the same bed. Now we don't want any more frost.

Vi flyttede hønseburet og jeg fik lavet en lem i toppen til at smide ukrudt ned igennem. Herlig ting! Det er så meget nemmere bare lige at stikke en mælkebøtte ind til dem nu. Hønsene spiser endog ret store dræbersnegle, lad os håbe, det bliver ved.
Der var 5 æg igen i dag, og det er en fornøjelse at fodre hønsene med den nye lem.

We moved the chicken coop and I made a hatch in the top to throw weeds down through. What a great thing! It's so much easier to just throw them a dandelion now. The chickens are even eating quite large slugs, let's hope it continues.
We had five eggs again today and it's a pleasure to feed the chickens with the new hatch.


Jeg plukkede sødskærm, vild kørvel, hasselblade og et par kviste skønhedsøjer til plantefarvning. Det normale fed ser fint ud, men de lange er altså ikke ren uld.

I picked sweet cicely, cow parsley, hazel leaves and a few sprigs of tickseed for plant dyeing. Half of it looks great, but the suspicious hanks are so not all wool.

Surbærrene blomstrer.
The Aronias (Chokeberries)  are flowering.

Der er masser af rabarber.
We have lots of rhubarb.

Kvanen er stor og kraftig. I år kan man ikke tage fejl af den og en skvalderkål. Der er stadig lidt baldrian, den skal passes på.

The angelica is big and strong. This year, you can't mistake it for aground elder. There's still a little valerian, it needs watching.


Jeg så to lærker, der hang syngende under himlen og hørte en gøg.

I saw and heard two larks and only heard a cuckoo - I never saw one, but I hear them often every summer..

Today's Wordle was tough. Not because it was hard to find a word, but because it had too many possible solutions. It looks fun:
Wordle 1.424 5/6
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Flere lange ting ~ More Long Things

     I går var jeg på indkøb på cykel igen. Jeg var samme sted hvor jeg købte de lange stænger. Jeg skulle bare have tre poser frø og så de daglige indkøb.
     Men se nu min cykel, da jeg vendte hjem!

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Yesterday I went shopping by bike again. I went to the same place where I went to buy those long poles. I only needed three bags of seeds, and some groceries. No sweat ... really!

Now look at my bike returning home.

     Den der lange ting er en ny kost. Sådan en har jeg længe haft brug for, den gamle er slidt, og dens skaft er helt krumt, den kan næsten ikke bruges.
     Cykeltaskerne er fulde af yoghurt, mælk og den slags. Og så lige en mørkbladet, fliget hyld og to smukke kløverplanter. Naturligvis huskede jeg de tre poser frø og endnu et par nye handsker.

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The long pole is the handle of a new broom, The old one has long been in for a replacement. The handle is so bent, that it is not really useable any more. The saddle bags are filled with groceries ... and a dark-leaved elderberry bush, two pretty clover plants, and of course the seeds, and another pair of new gloves.

Kløverplanter med røde og brogede blade og en hyld med mørke, fligede blade. Jeg har vist noget med røde blade for øjeblikket.

Two clover plants, one with uniformly red, one with variegated leaves, and an elder with dark, incised leaves ... yes, I have a thing for red leaved plants.

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Today's Wordle № 1.419  - 3/6
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More news from the garden Mere havenyt

     Lørdag aften og hele natten til søndag regnede det. Lørdag aften var Uglemor og Skribenten ude i to omgange og hølde 100 liter vand fra vandtøndenover i frøsøen. Så nåede vandet lige op over første etage igen. Søndag mprgen var tønden fuld igen. Da vi kom hjem fra kirke, spiste vi kager, så klarede det op og blev soldkinsvejr. Uglemor tog atter engang bor, hammer og sav med ud, men denne gang bad jeg Skribenten om hjælp med at flytte pallerne, der var blevet tungere af nattens regn.
     Skribenten havde også flyttet den halvomsatte kompost væk, så nu smattede Uglemor rundt i lerbunden og fjernede de to sidste paller - mistanken var god nok, de skulle udskiftes. Der var et gammelt murstensfundament der skulle flyttes og forhøjes. Så gav Skribenten igen en hånd med at holde pallerne på plads og skubbe til de sidste mursten mens Uglemor skruede beslagene fast - hvor er det bare meget nemmere at være to om den slags.
     Mens Skribenten skovlede den våde, halvomsatte kompost på plads igen. Tak! Savede Uglemor de sidste brædder til den venstred del. Og så var kompostbeholderen lige pludselig færdig. Et sidste lille bræt i overskud blev til en holder til en opvaskebørste, såbehøver vi ikke at lede efter den, når kompostspanden trænger til en skrubber. Se detailbillede i højre hjørne.

It rained Saturday evening and all through Sunday nigth. Saturday evening, MotherOwl and the Writer went out twice and poured 100 litres of water from the water barrel into the Frogpond. Then the water rose just above the first terrace again. By Sunday morning the barrel was full again. When we got home from church, we ate cakes, then the sun broke through and sunny weather returned, cooler, but still.

MotherOwl once again picked up drill, hammer and saw, but this time asked the Writer for help moving the pallets, which were made even heavier with the night's rain.

The Writer had also moved the half-decomposed compost away, so now MotherOwl scrabbled around in the mud and removed the last two pallets - the suspicion held, they needed replacing. There was an old brick foundation that needed to be moved and raised. Then the Writer lend me a hand holding the pallets in place and pushing the last bricks while I screwed on the homemade fasteners -- it's just so much easier to do this with four hands.

While the Writer shovelled the wet heavy semi-compost back into place (Thank you!) MotherOwl sawed the last boards for the left section. And then the compost bin was suddenly finished. One last small surplus board became a holder for a dishwashing brush, so we don't have to always search for it when the compost bucket needs a scrubbing. See detail image in the right corner.

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Ny kompostbeholder ~ New Compost Heaps.

Nye kompostbunker  - gammelt billede  ~  april 2012 ~ Old photho of New Compost piles

Det føles ikke som ret længe siden, jeg viste billedet ovenover og skrev om fornyelse af kompostbunken eller kompostbeholderen, men når jeg kigger tilbage her på bloggen kan jeg se at det var helt tilbage i april 2012. Så fik jeg gjort lidt sidste forår, men  ... tja, så skete der ikke mere. Nu skulle det så være.
På billedet med "Uglemors cykel henter lange pinde" kan man se en stabel paller i baggrunden. I dag blev nogle af dem så brugt.

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Some years ago I showed the top picture and wrote a blog post with a similar title. I thought maybe five or six years, but it is 13 years ago! April 2012 was when the compost heaps were last renewed. I did a little bit last spring, but nothing much came of it. Today was the day.
In the photo of "MotherOwl's bike bringing home long poles and fencing", a stack of pallets can be seen supporting the bike.

Den seneste måned har jeg fyldt trillebør efter trillebør fra den venstre kompostbunke og fordelt det blandt havens sultne planter og buske. I dag fyldte jeg så vores store, gamle trillebør til randen og tog fat.

I spent much of April digging out compost from the left pile, feeding the hungry plants and bushes in the Owlery. Today I finally filled up the wheelbarrow for the last time, then work began.

I wheeled the pallets from the pile to the compost heap. Our garden door is luckily 8 cm wider than a pallet. And this winter I re-found my sturdy metal band with holes in it (no idea of its name in English - picture here), which I used for building my Dome. It is easier to bend and bend and bend the band until finally metal fatigue makes it break, so that is what I did for fasteners. Then I screwed them onto the pallets, holding them flush and tight together. Not easy with only two hands ;)

Først kørte jeg pallerne om til kompostbunken på vore cykelanhænger. Heldigvis er vores havedør lige præcis 8 cm. bredere end en palle. Så tog jeg mit solide hulbånd, som jeg brugte til at lave beslag til domen, og som jeg genfandt i vinters og lavede nogle beslag ved at bukke og bukke og bukke og lade metaltrætheden virke, det er både nemmere og hurtigere end at save med en nedstryger. Så skruede jeg beslagene fast på pallerne mens jeg samtidig holdt dem tæt sammen og lige i forhold til hinanden ... ikke nemt med kun to hænder ;)

Den tredje side blev lavet på samme måde, og som afslutning på del et blev der skruet to lægter på siderne, så der er noget til at holde de løse planker fast på forsiden.

The third side was fastened in the same way; and as a finishing touch to part one, two 2x4s were screwed to the insides as guides for the loose boards making up the front of the box.

Til sidst stakkede jeg al den uomsatte kompost over i det nye rum. Jeg savede planker til forsiden og de passede fint ned bag de to lægter, og en tentorpæl i midten holdt dem på plads.
     Nu mangler jeg at grave den halvomsatte kompost igennem og flytte den sektion, jeg byggede sidste år - hvis ikke den skal fornys, jeg er lidt loren ved de paller, jeg brugte - og så naturligvis at sætte de to dele sammen. Den skal nok også have nogle lægter til forsideplanker .. lad os se.

Finally I put all the un-composted materials into the new box, building up the front from old boards all the while. They fit snugly behind the 2x4s, and a rebar pole in the middle keeps them in place.

Next up: digging through the half-decomposed matter in the right box, loosening it up and giving it some air, moving it a bit forward and to the left. Then I'll need help to move the section, I built last summer ... does it need a renewal, the pallets were a bit suspect ... and attach it securely to the new part. Maybe the second box will also have some 2x4 as guide for boards -- time will tell.



I can't shake the habit ... so ... Today's Wordle. Great.
For once I did not know the word that is the solution.
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