Alting har en ende ...

 Hva mon der sker, når man skal bort?
Når livets skjorte bli'r for kort? 
Hvor mon den er, den røde tråd?
Man må for fa'en da bli' til noget!

Jeg er helt sikker på at Vorherre og alle Hans engle morer sig kosteligt over dine nyste numre.
Jeg savner dig hernede!

-- ♪ 𝆕 𝅝 𝅗𝅥 𝄩 𝄽 𝄾 --

Dear readers of non-Danish origin. This is a tribute to a musician, composer, singer and song writer who died Sunday, and was a big part of my childhood, youth and adult life. I loved him at first sound in 1973, and followed him all the way.
LIN

Poetry Monday :: A Domestic Incident

   Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and Diane of On the Border are taking turns supplying us with a topic for this weekly endeavour. They also both write wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious or simply honestly well written verse. Go and read.
  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey is taking a break due to her husband's health issue. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers their way.
 
  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiveng the responses of others.

  An elfje is all I have to offer for todays Poetry.
 
Baking.
It happens
We like it
There's never too many
Cakes.


The topic  for next Monday: (Memories of) Newspapers. Thank you, Diane.

A week in Photos - Sunday Selections

Lørdag - Saturday

Solen skinnede herligt, medens vi gjorde klar til at fejre Halloween,

The sun shone brightly while we prepared our Halloween celebrations.

Søndag - Sunday

Et æble, nogen ikke ville spise og smukke svampe på vejen hjem. 

Half an apple and pretty mushrooms on my way home.


Mandag - Monday

Der var tilbud på thebreve i et af de lokale supermarkeder.
Skribenten købte friske forsyninger til Uglemor.

The local supermarket had too many teabags.
The Writer bought some more for MotherOwl.


Tirsdag - Tuesday

Uglemor brugte alle kaffepauser og andre pauser på at flette da Vinci-kugler.

MotherOwl used all the breaks during the day to make da Vinci baubles.
Here's the first one.


Onsdag - Wednesday

Vi plukkede flere østershatte på vene hjem

We picked more Oyster mushrooms on our way home.


Torsdag - Thursday

Løbeænder - igen på vej hjem.
De gækker meget højt og er fornøjelige at se på.

Indian Runner Ducks - on our way home.
They are loud an funny-looking.


Fredag - Friday

Gensyn med springvandet,. Det var regnvejr, og det bliver langsomt fyldt med vand.

The fountain revisited. It has been raining, and the fountain is slowly filling up.

Poetry Monday :: 2.11 - The No Poetry Issue.

Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and Diane of On the Border are taking turns supplying us with a topic for this weekly endeavour. They also both write wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious or simply honestly well written verse. Go and read.
  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey is taking a break due to her husband's health issue. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers their way.
 
  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others, would you please leave a comment. Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiveng the responses of others.

This Poetry Monday sneaked up on me ... how can Mondays do this? Well a Monday is a Monday, they always come sneaking too fast. but this weekend we've been deligting in a visit from BigSis with the two grandkids. And had a halloween party. And talked, and played, and ate, and had cake, always cake, and talked some more, and were off to mass ...   I suppose MotherOwl is going to pass on Poetry Monday this time around.

Next Mondays topic is: A Domestic Incident from Spike’s Best Mate.

Stones and Life - Sunday Selection

  In a bigger city than the one MotherOwl normally visits for shopping and so on, there's a group of stone animals. I always pass them going form or to the station. Now I remembered taking a few photos. I hope you enjopy these tiny giants.

  And in MotherOwl's normal Big town, we have stones like these. Only it's not elepants, hippos and bears growing through the cracks, but mushrooms.

  No, MotherOwl did not pick the mushroom, even if it's edible, it's in the middle of town. so we would not eat it. Let it grow!