Halloween (Blogtober 31)

Happy Halloween everybody

November 2025 ~Colour of the Month ~ Månedens farve (Blogtober 30)

While November in my place is a cold, wet and dreary month whit ever shorter days, it's the start of Summer in Australia. I'm going to let Elephant's Child delight us with one of her wonderful flower photos from her last post, Sunday Selections #833, where she once again opened our eyes for the beauty that surrounds us.

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November i Danmark er en trist omgang, regn og mulm og korte dage, men i Australien er det starten på en til tider meget varm sommer.
     Jeg har taget et billede fra Elephant's Childs opslag Sunday Selections 833, hvor hun for sidste gang viste os skønheden omkring sig.

If you need only the colour chart, it's here:

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Hvis man har brug for en lille udgave, er den her:

Words for Wednesday (Blogtober 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 co-ordinator.
    Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.

This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.

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.

We were given these words:
Cudgeling 
Remember 
Language 
Translated 
Coined
    and/or:
Dead 
Heirs 
Between 
Existing 
Episode


Next instalment in the story of David and the other apprentices. Olav is the youngest of 'The Conspirators' - those apprentices who saved, or tried to save the broom-race. He only joined that group the last day, because Marit and Astrid, his cousins, brought him with them to the small room in the attic where they met. He turned out to be a big asset to The Conspirators, transforming a branch to a key to open the lock to the broom-shed.

As is my wont, I  used the words in the order they were given. I did not use all the words, and I forgot translated. Hoping for a second installment.

"He threatened you with cudgelling?" Tage asked in an incredulous voice. Olav nodded wordlessly. The young Norwegian looked scared. After ascertaining that he and Tage were all alone in the room with the door closed, he dared to speak. "I think that he got onto me letting the Conspirators into the broom-shed. And he somehow thinks that I should not be better at transformation than you and Heidi."
"But you are," Tage replied. "Oh now I remember your story. Your mother is not a witch, opposed to magic and all that?"
"Yes, exactly," Olav said with a sigh. And he rambled on, finally having found someone who cared to listen to him: "He also buggers me about languages, telling me that Norwegian is only a Danish dialect, and that my Icelandic is atrocious and that I'll never learn how to cast a decent spell, because Flora, that's my mom," Olav hurriedly added seeing Tage's confused expression, "yes because she's not a withc, and only a no good for nothing charlady." Olav drew a shuddering breath and Tage just waited. "He's even coined a nickname for her, The 'one shot washerwoman' .... Because I'm an only child." Olav added, once again prompted by Tage's questioning looks.
"Olav, I'm happy that you're with us. 'Us' here being the purple team as well as the conspirators. Remember that David is really angry at himself for not being better. I know this is hard to believe, but we have been watching him closely. He's not smart, nor hard-working. He seems smart only because he gathers only those around him being more stupid, or more unlucky.  Instead of working on becoming smarter, he's working on making everybody else seem stupider."
"But that's stupid!" Olav said, "sooner or later they'll find out. My mom always say that you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time. She also says that your work is your responsibility and that work is the only way to get better at anything. "
"Your mom is not stupid!" Tage said emphatically. "Maybe you inherited wizardry from your dad only, but you inherited a lot of wisdom and common sense from your mom."
"I'm happy to be one of your team," Olav said
"Not my team," Tage retorted, "our team!"

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    Bloglegen Words for Wednesday blev startet af Delores og udviklede sig til  en flytbar fest med mange deltagere, der leverede ordene. Da Delores lukkede sin blog for altid på grund af diverse problemer, overtog Elephant's Child (Sue) rollen som koordinator.
    Nu, efter Sues bortgang, er det stadig uklart, hvem der vil overtage denne rolle. River gør det i resten af 2025, men måske bliver Lissa vores nye koordinator.

Uanset hvad, hvordan, hvor eller hvem, er målet med ordene at opmuntre os til at skrive. En historie, et digt, hvad end der kommer os i tankerne.

Denne måneds ord bliver leveret af  Sean Jeating og kan findes på Rivers blog.

Hvis du poster et indlæg på din egen blog, så skriv en kommentar på Rivers blog, så vi kan komme forbi og læse det og tilføje et par opmuntrende ord.

 Det er også en udfordring, hvor det gamle ordsprog "Jo flere, jo bedre" holder stik.

Så husk at følge linkene, gå tilbage og læse andres historier. Og skriv gerne en kommentar, når du har læst dem. Udfordringer som denne trives med interaktion, feedback og opmuntring. Og vi har ALLE brug for opmuntring.

Vi fik disse ord:
Cudgeling - bank med køller
Remember - huske
Language  - sprog
Translated - oversatte
Coined - slog mønt / udtænkte (et udtryk)
    and/or:
Dead  - død
Heirs - arvinger
Between - imellem
Existing - eksisterende
Episode - episode / afsnit

Næste afsnit i historien om David og de andre lærlinge. Olav er den yngste af 'De sammensvorne' – de lærlinge, der reddede eller forsøgte at redde kosteløbet. Han sluttede sig først til gruppen den sidste dag, fordi Marit og Astrid, hans kusiner, tog ham med til det lille rum på loftet, hvor de mødtes. Han viste sig at være en stor gevinst for De sammensvorne, da han forvandlede en gren til en nøgle, der kunne åbne låsen til kosteskuret.
     Som så ofte før har jeg brugt ordene i den rækkefølge, vi har fået dem. Jeg har ikke brugt alle ordene - og jeg kom til at springe oversatte over. Jeg håber opå en fortsættelse.

"Han truede med at give dig tæv med en kæp?" spurgte Tage med vantro stemme. Olav nikkede uden at sige noget. Den unge nordmand så bange ud. Først han havde konstateret, at han og Tage var alene i rummet og at døren var ordentligt lukket, turde han svare. "Jeg tror, han har opdaget, at det var mig, der lukkede de sammensvorne ind i kosteskuret. Og han mener på en eller anden måde, at jeg ikke bør være bedre til forvandling end dig og Heidi."
"Men det er du jo," svarede Tage. "Åh, nu kan jeg huske din historie. Din mor er ikke heks, men modstander af magi og alt det der?"
"Ja, præcis," sagde Olav med et suk. Og han snakkede løs. Endelig havde han fundet nogen, der gad at lytte til ham: "Han plager mig også med mit sprog og siger, at norsk kun er en dansk dialekt, og at mit islandsk er forfærdeligt, og at jeg aldrig vil lære at kaste en ordentlig besværgelse, fordi Flora, det er min mor," tilføjede Olav hurtigt, da han så Tages forvirrede udtryk, "ja, fordi hun ikke er en heks, men kun en uduelig vaskekone." Olav trak vejret dybt og Tage ventede bare. "Han har endda fundet på et øgenavn til hende, 'engangsvaskeren' ... Fordi jeg jo er enebarn," tilføjede Olav, igen opfordret af Tages spørgende blik.
"Olav, jeg er glad for, at du er på vores hold. 'Os' er både det lilla hold og de sammensvorne. Husk på at  David inderst inde er vred på sig selv for ikke at være bedre. Jeg ved, det kan være svært at tro på, men vi har holdt øje med ham i et stykke tid, mig og mine søstre, og så Susan. Han er hverken særligt klog eller hårdtarbejdende.  Han virker kun klog, fordi han kun omgiver sig med folk, der er dummere eller mere uheldige end ham selv. I stedet for at arbejde på at blive klogere, arbejder han på at få alle andre til at virke dummere.
"Men det er dumt!" sagde Olav, "før eller senere finder de ud af det. Min mor siger altid, at man kan narre nogle mennesker hele tiden eller alle mennesker én gang, men at man ikke kan narre alle mennesker hele tiden. Hun siger også, at dit arbejde er dit ansvar, og at arbejde er den eneste måde at blive bedre til noget på."
"Din mor er ikke dum!" sagde Tage med eftertryk. "Måske har du kun arvet magien fra din far, men du har arvet en masse klogskab og sund fornuft fra din mor."
"Jeg er glad for at være en del af dit hold," sagde Olav.
"Ikke mit hold," svarede Tage, "vores hold!"

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