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.

To tågede morgener ~ Two Foggy Mornings

I går var tågen tyk som ærtesuppe. Alting var væk. Det var som om et Ingenting fra Fantasien (Den uendelige historie) var ved at opsluge verden.

Yesterday was foggy. If you ever read The Never-Ending Story you might see a Nothing swallowing the world.

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I dag var det også tåget, men en helt anden tåge. Utroligt hvad et par graders forske kan gøre.

Today was foggy as well, bur what a difference a few degrees lower temperature can do.

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I dag lykkedes det mig også at fange et par flokke af trækkende fugle. Hvis du ser rigtig godt efter, kan du få øje på to flokke her på billedet.

If you look closely - and maybe embiggen the photo - you can see two flocks of migratory birds in this photo.

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Flokken længst til venstre. Det er gæs. Spørg mig ikke hvilken slags. De sidder på markerne i store flokke og æder kornet til landmændenes irritation.

The leftmost flock. A wedge of geese. Don't ask me what kind of geese. They land in the fields in huge flocks and graze the sprouting grain to the farmers' chagrin.

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Og fra højre. En flok svaner. De seneste år er svaner gået fra at overvintre som par til at overvintre i samlede flokke. VI har haft sådan en flok her i nærheden, og nu flyver de tilbage til deres redesteder i mindre flokke, der deler sig op i mindre og mindre enheder for at ende som par igen. Et foretrukkent delested er lige over vores hus.

Swans! For some years now swans have wintered in flocks, where earlier they did so in pairs only. And we have such a flock near by. Now spring is on its way and they leave in small units splitting up in the air into smaller and smaller flocks ending up in their pairs flying to their old nesting places. Such a point for parting of ways is almost on top of our house.

Dagen derpå - The Day After

Lørdag var dagen derpå efter stormen Otto. Der var nu ikke sket så meget her hos os. Selvfølgelig havde domen som sædvanlig fået blæst noget af plastikken af, men ellers var stormens eneste offer min haveredskabsholder.

Saturday was the day after, the day after what?  ... after Otto, the storm, a category 1 or 2 storm that hit Denmark in the night between Friday and Saturday. Otto was quite civilized, limiting himself to blowing off some of the plastic triangles from my greenhouse and topple my holder for garden shovels etc.

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Domen er blevet repareret, da jeg allerede har sået radiser og salat derinde. Men jeg kunne godt mærke at nogle af stiverne der - ligesom redskabsstaværet i øvrigt - er lavet af lægter der blev pillet af huser i 1999, trænger til en udskiftning. En af dem gav efter, da jeg lænede mig op ad den, og så stak jeg næsten næsen ind i en stor, flot svamp, der groede på en anden stiver. Den står vist på renovering til foråret.

My greenhouse is repaired already, as I have sown radishes and salad in there - optimistic, but what's the worst to happen? But I realized that I might have to do something about my greenhouse soon. It is - like the toppled rack for shovels etc. made from beams from our roof, which was renovated in 1999. As I leaned on one of the beams it gave way, and I ended up with my nose inches from a beautiful growth of fungus on another beam. New beams and plastic coming up this spring, I guess.

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Og endelig! blomstrer min troldnød. Jeg har ønsket mig sådan én siden vi flyttede hertil, jeg fik købt en for et lille års tid siden, og nu blomstrer den.

And finally! a Witch Hazel in bloom. I wanted one of these since we moved in, but only found one last year. Pretty, isn't it?

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Flere billeder fra haven lørdag -- More photos from a Saturday in the garden

Luget stikkelsbærbed -- Gooseberries weeded.

Lille Malik overlevede endnu en storm -- Little Malik survived yet a storm.
(Se her under januar -- Look at January's photo here)

Lungeurten spirer -- Lung wort is thriving too

Krokus - de gule bliver ædt og de blå forsvinder. Her næsten hvide - og det passer godt med Månedens farve igen

Crocus. The yellow ones get eaten by birds, the blue ones just disappear. Off white ones are the answer, and perfect for my Colour of the month.

Judaspenge kan gro hvor som helst. Her rundt om vores oliepåfyldningsstuds til fyret.
Honesty. It grows literally everywhere. Her around the pipes where oil is put into our heating system.

En lille ny efeu gror op ad vores gamle Hjortetaktræ. Sådan skal efeu opføre sig.
A baby ivy growing up our old Staghorn sumac. This is the way to grow for ivy.

Det er det her så ikke - en gammel efeu, der helst vil kravle hen over jorden. Den må have pædagogisk klatre-hjælp snart.
And this is not. An old ivy that wants to sprawl the grounds instead of climbing. It needs some tuition.

Sunday Selections - Trees and Flowers

This Sunday I want to show photos from my garden. This is a meme, but I'll let River do the presentation:

Long, long ago, in days of yore...Kim of Frog ponds Rock, (who no longer blogs), dreamed up a meme called Sunday Selections. A place where those who were willing could put up photos they wanted to share, new, old, good, bad or indifferent, any photos you please. Nothing rude or vulgar though. And we don't mind at all if overseas bloggers care to join us. The meme is now continued by Elephant's Child and I occasionally join in as do a few others. Andrew is one. Messymimi is another. Drop in to Elephant's Child and have a look.

For today - and yes it is still Sunday here in my little corner of the world - I have two series. The first one is trees with other things growing on or inside them:

Old apple tree with an ash tree growing from a hole in a branch - I suspect the woodpecker of leaving a seed up there.

Plum tree with a dandelion growing where two brances meet. It needed no help getting there.

Old walnut tree (felled because of a disease) now home to a sunflower. This time the prime suspect is a tit or a blue tit bringing a seed here from our bird feeder.

The second series is: White, or almost white, flowers. Linking up with Life in Colour. This months colour is white/silver

Sloe flowers - not in my garden, but very close to where I live.

Rhododendron from my front garden

Ramsons growing in my herbal bed.

Columbines. I grow them for dye, but I never tried the white ones.

Some kind of daisy with inhabitant.

Sunday Selections - Growing Edition

Velkommen til søndagens omgang blandede billeder fra ugen, der gik.
Allerførst et link til Life in Colour, hvor månedens farve er lilla, og ikke violet.

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Welcome to this Sunday's post, with mixed pictures from the past week. The first one is a link to Life in Colour, where the colour of the month is purple, not violet.

Og så en underlig, J-formet radise.

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And a radish in letter shape.

Jeg cyklede gennem skoven tirsdag formiddag, bøgen sprang ud, og knopskællene faldt af og dryssede ned, så det lød som om det regnede, når de ramte min cykelhjelm.

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I went through the woods on my bike. The beech buds were bursting and the leaves unfolding, making all the bud scales fall against my helmet like rain. 

Og vi så det trodsige træ i Hillerød igen. Nu er det sprunget ud.

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And we saw the defiant tree in Hillerød again - now the leaves are green.

Forårsbebudere -- Spring is on its Way

     I går fandt jeg disse skønheder på Ugleboets terrasse. De lover, at selv om det stadig er vintermørkt, så klatrer solen lidt højere op på himmelen hver dag, og snart kommer foråret.

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 Yesterday I met these beautiful flowers in the Owlery. They are a promise that even though it is still murky during the day, the Sun is climbing a bit higher each day, and soon Spring will come. 

11. januar 2020

     På den anden side er der en mindre hygglig side ved billedet her. Jeg har taget lignende billeder hvert år i flere år. Tilfældigvis har jeg de sidste 4 år taget billeder af vintergækkerne på næsten samme udviklingstrin. Når jeg ser på datoerne, bilder jeg mig ind at jeg kan se virkningerne af den globale opvarmning:
2020 11. januar
2019 16. januar
2018 20. januar
2017 21. januar, men de var da længere tilbage i udviklingen.

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  On the other hand those snowdrops and eranthis reminds me of a less pleasing thing. When I look at the dates of similar photos from the last 4 ears, I imagine, that I'm looking at the results of global warming. The dates are:
2020 11. januar (this one)
2019 16. januar
2018 20. januar
2017 21. januar, but the Snowdrops were not as unfolded then.

SAD - once again

  Yes we live in the North - even far North compared to many of my blogging friends. But then imagine how winter is for my friends in even further away Tromsø (north of the 69th parallel).
  Their sunset is November  21 and sunrise January 21, which they celebrate by getting together in an office at the top of the building, having a cup of coffee, watching the sun rise, and then immediately set again. This happens at noon. They tell me that if they have a year without snow, the doctors are overwhelmed by people suffering from depressions and the suicide rate is raising.
SAD, winterdepression, as SAD is aptly named here, sure is a thing, but it is actually worse in February, when you've used up all the stored up  energy, but there's still at least one month of dark murkiness to get through before Spring is here. 
  We have a couple of methods for fighting winterdepressions: Vitamin D, going outside at least once a day no matter the weather, hygge with candles, good indoor lightening, cakes -  lots of cakes, and not least humour
   Pertaining to the last coping mechanism. I like this drawing:

Drawn by this guy 🌱

Flere overlevende -- More survivors

Den ukendte  --  The unknown

    Til start stod den i en balje vand på terrassen, men jeg læste, at den ikke tålte frost og væde, så jeg satte den tæt op ad huset. Den overlevede vinteren i fineste stil, som her man ser.
     Nu ville jeg så se, om den kunne plantes ud. Og så var skiltet væk ... og det er jo ikke en lykkekløver, som jeg huskede.
     En bøn om hjælp på Havenyt afslørede den som Trifolium repens purpurascens alias Trifolium repens atropurpureum, som jeg kunne genkende, da jeg så det.Det er en sort af hvidkløver med røde aftegninger, så den er allerede plantet ud.

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This one lived in a bowl of water. I read on the plastic with name and so on, that it was not tolerant of frost or too much water.  I placed it right beside the door, watering it sparingly all through winter. And as can be seen it not only survived, it thrived.
Then I wanted to see if I could transplant it, or it had to be kept in a pot. The piece of plastic had flown away or been stolen by some animal. At least it was not there. And the name, I remembered, did not give this plant upon searching. I asked for help and got it at Havenyt (Gardening News - a forum etc. for organic gardening.) It is a Trifolium repens purpurascens alias Trifolium repens atropurpureum, the last name was the one on the pot - i recognized it. it's a clover and I'm sure very hardy. It has already been transplanted.

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De gamle kendinge --  The usual suspects

     Laurbærplanten overlevede sit sædvanlige vinterophold i vores badeværelse. Og som det kan ses på den lyserøde tandbørste overlevede skjoldlusene sammen med den.

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The  Laurel survived its usual winter visit to our bathroom. My old nemesis - the wax scales - survived as well, as can be deduced from the presence of the pink toothbrush.

De overlevende -- Survivors

     Apropos Television, temaordet til Onsdagsord (Words for Wednesday) bringer Uglemors TV nu et afsnit i den fortsatte serie: De Overlevende, (De gode, de uventede og de uudholdelige). Og nej det har intet ud over navnet til fælles med med TV-serien af samme navn fra 1976.

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Apropos Television - Prompt for Words for Wednesday - OwlTV now presents Survivors, (The good, the unexpected and the insupportable). And it has nothing except the name in common with the British TV-serials from 1976, one of my childhood memories.

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Vi begynder med de gode --  We begin with the good ones

Løvstikken overlevede, og den har fået nogle påskeliljer til at holde sig med selskab.

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The lovage survived, and has gotten some daffodils to keep them company

Min gode mynte overlevede igen. 

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My tasty mint survived as usual

Den endnu bedre mynte overlevede heldigvis også

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The even tastier mint survived as well.

 De nye hvide ribs overlevede begge to

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Both of the white redcurrants survived. Yay. 

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Og så til de uventede -- and now; the unexpected

Fenniklerne overlevede begge to. Nu håber jeg på masser af frø, for det er dem, jeg bruger. 

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 The Fennel survived - hoping for lots of seeds, as that's the part I use.

Den arktiske hindbær var væk i efteråret, men den har da tilsyneladende overlevet. 

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Arctic strawberries. They went missing last autumn, but here they are again. 

 Dette her er ægte kamille - håber jeg. Jeg såede millioner af frø (de er bittesmå - tænk på kamiliethe) og der kom 2 usle planter. De skal måske ligge og lure

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Chamomile for tea I hope. I sowed thousands of seeds last year (think of chamomile tea - that small) and had two measly plants. They might need a cold spell.

Midt i kamillerne (?) kommer der søreme en valmue. Velkommen igen. Der var ingen sidste år. 

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And in between all the Chamomiles a poppy's growing. Yay, welcome back. We had no poppies last year.

Den brogede syre overlevede. Jeg troede den var enårig :)

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The  sorrel survived. I thought it was annual.

 Og jeg håber ... måske er det endelig lykkedes at få lakridsen til at overleve. 

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Hoping that I finally succeeded in having the licorice plants  survive. 

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 Og så den uudholdelige --  And now the insupportable. 

 Lægekulsukker! Uglemor vil meget gerne have kulsukker, men ikke lige dér! hun har gravet bedet igennem mindst 5 gange, plukket ethvert fremspirende blad i flere måneder, men den overlever bare!

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Comfrey! MotherOwl is growing comfrey. But not right here! She bug the bed at least three times, picked every sprouting leaf for months, and still it grows!