Words for Wednesday ~ June 24

Dansk længere nede.

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 coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to 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.

This month the words are given by Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found at River's blog: Drifting through Life

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.

And for today we were given:
1. smoking  2. culture  3. popular  4. decade  5. soft
    and/or:
1. consumption  2. stretch  3. ripen  4. fields  5. cavern
    and an extra set of words:
1. jumper  2. multiple  3. oven  4. disprove  5. support 6. bound  7. rural  8. swathes  9. poverty  10. pop

I wrote about something happening today - not using any of the words.

Today I was biking to town for PE. It was nice and hot, and for once I was not late. I entered the woods, it was nice, shady, loads of flowers and so many green colours still, and quiet. Suddenly I heard a strange sound, something, someone in distress. It went Peeep, squalll squawwwk! Ihhh, reeeee! I wondered what this could be. A bird maybe. When I was besides the source of the sound, I stopped and saw the white underbelly of a fairly large frog. It was screaming and waving its legs, and making me wonder as I did not think of frogs as a species with any trouble turning over, unlike some beetles. I looked closer at the frog, it was only waving three of its legs, the fourth, one hind leg, had to be stuck or something. I picked up a stick - there were lots of nettles around the frog, and squatted down to free it. And then a grass snake let go of the frog's leg and quickly slithered for cover. The frog jumped off in the other direction, no more screaming. It was a very small grass snake, ineptly trying to swallow a frog one hind leg first. I think it was a young one, and I do not know if it would ever have succeeded in swallowing the large frog in this awkward position. I hope the frog survives being quarter-eaten, and that the grass snake finds a more adequate prey.

Later I met a family of slugs, and a flock of chaffinchs. A father with three sons, two of them racing me as I biked past, a large branch across the bike path, and a nice lady with a dog that refused to go any further. She just stood ther waiting for the dog to ge back up again. Then I was out of the woods and nearing town. I did not make good time today, but it was an interesting trip.

Og så på dansk:

I dag cyklede jeg ind til byen for at gå til træning. Det var dejligt varmt, og for en gangs skyld var jeg ikke kommet for sent af sted. Jeg kørte ind i skoven; der var dejligt, skyggefuldt, masser af blomster og stadig fantastisk mange grønne farver, og der var stille.
    Pludselig hørte jeg en mærkelig lyd, noget eller nogen der skreg. Det lød: »Piii, skkkvua squawww! Ihhh, riiiih!« Jeg spekulerede på, hvad det mon kunne være. Måske en fugl. Da jeg nåede frem ti der hvor lyden kom fra, stoppede jeg og så den hvide underside på en ret stor frø. Den skreg og sprællede med benene, og det undrede mig, da jeg ikke synes frøer normalt har problemer med at vende sig, i modsætning til visse biller. Jeg kiggede nærmere på frøen; den sprællede kun med tre af benene, det fjerde – et bagben – måtte sidde fast i noget. Jeg samlede en pind op – der var masser af brændenælder omkring frøen – og satte mig på hug for at befri den. Og så gav en snog slip på frøens ben og snoede sig hurtigt væk. Frøen hoppede af sted i den anden retning uden at skrige mere. Det var en meget lille snog der havde forsøgt at sluge frøen med det ene bagben først. Jeg tror, det var en ung snog, og jeg ved ikke, om den nogensinde ville have kunnet få frøen indenbords i den akavede stilling. Jeg håber, at frøen overlever at være blevet kvart spist, og at snogen fandt sig et mere passende bytte.

Senere mødte jeg en familie af snegle og en flok bogfinker. En far med tre sønner, hvoraf to løb om kap med mig, da jeg cyklede forbi, en stor gren der lå på tværs af cykelstien, og en sød dame med en hund der ikke gad gå videre. Hun stod bare der og ventede på, at hunden rejste sig op igen.
    Så var jeg ude af skoven og nærmede mig byen. Jeg nåede ikke særlig hurtigt frem i dag, men det var en interessant tur. 

Søndagsbilleder :: Sunday Selections

Dagens Wordle, lige dele held og stort ordforråd. :: Today's Wordle equal parts luck and skill.

Wordle 1.828 3/6
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Fra Facebook  ::  From Facebook.

I gruppen Sprogbøffer og -juveler så jeg dette billede. Den perfekte kur for skriveblokeringer. Bare spis en ostemad, så skriver du deruda' igen. Jeg tror, jeg ville købe et ordentligt lager.

Today on Facebook, in a group about misspellings and bloopers I found this jewel.
This sign has the most wonderful typo.
The first word "Riberhus" is the brand of the cheese in question, but the next line SKRIVEOST means Writing Cheese. The perfect cure for a writer's block, don't you agree?
It should have been SKIVEOST = Sliced cheese, very mundane. I like the writing cheese much better, and I would have bought a few packages, had I been lucky enough to see this offer in real life. 

Saturday News ~ Lørdagssmåtterier

Yesterday and again today I stood on ladders, first to pick elderberry flowers, later on to paint our new shed, and experienced what I have experienced many times before -- a thing I call The Ladder Mystery.
First I was very afraid of just standing on our 6-step stepladder, but after a while I had no problems standing at the upper rungs of our really tall long ladder stretching to paint all the boards. Why is it like this?

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I går og igen i dag stod jeg på stiger, først for at plukke hyldeblomster og senere for at male vores nye skur, og der oplevede jeg en ting, jeg har oplevet mange gange før - jeg kalder det Stigemysteriet.
Først var jeg bange, mens jeg stod på vores seks-trins wienerstige, men senere stod jeg næsten oppe på det øverste trin af vores meget lange stige og rakte mig frygtløst ud for at male diverse krinkelkroge. Hvad er det lige, der sker?

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I solved today's Wordle, no Ta-daas or anything, just me being stupid, and the solution being a word I absolutely did not know was even a word ... it's just a name for me!

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Jeg løste også dagens Wordle. Efter al fødselsdags-halløjet var det en tam affære. Dels var jeg lidt dum, dels var løsningen et ord, jeg kun kender som navnet på en historisk person ;)

Wordle 1.827 4/6
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Words for Wednesday ~ June 17

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 coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to 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.

This month the words are given by Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found at River's blog: Drifting through Life

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.

And for today we were given:
Livestock
Scheduled  
Structure  
Target  
Folklore
    and/or:
Accessible
Lichen  
Cheese  
Cushion  
Facts

A small tale from Susan's - almost - mundane life is all I could manage today. Also, and as I usually do, using the words in the order they were given.

The stretch with livestock, today peacefully grazing cows, never ceased to wonder Susan. Why would this stretch of land in the outskirts of the city be allowed to just be home to livestock? Many other green areas, even further form the centre were already built up or scheduled for housing, supermarkets or schools, but not this particular piece of land. A bit further on, and to he right she espied the structure, that was the target of today's bike ride, a large conglomerate of greenhouses and other buildings. She turned right into the gravel path and had to slow down as a troupe of some kind of artists came by. The women were dressed in embroidered boluses and garish skirts and the men in wide, white shirts and black pants. They looked like some Slavonic folklore ensemble down to violin cases, cymbals and tambourines.

Still the old greenhouses were accessible to customers, even though they were old and decrepit and lichen grew in many places, Susan loved the old plant nursery. It was decidedly not a garden centre, as they had plants, and nothing else. Susan could spend all day walking around in and outside the greenhouses where plants grew, sometimes in ponds, sometimes in containers on shelves, packed much like cheese stacked to ripen. Moss grew like luscious green cushions, some tiny, with only room for a fairy or two, some big enough for even grown men to lie on, she liked the rich, loamy smell, and the moist, pungent smell from the lily pond. Only the fact that she had forgotten to tell mom where she was going, and ask for permission to not be home for dinner, made her finally leave the premises with a single, white water lily in a bag.

Poetry Monday :: Cobweb with Dewdrops Updated with Photo

Poetry Monday is a blogging game invented long ago.
Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I are keeping it alive until Diane @ On the Border returns home from her break of healing 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.

Today's prompt is Cobweb with dewdrops, which sounds funny, almost like a kind of tongue-twister -- I could not resist the temptation to put these sounds in a rhyme. Can you guess the tune?

Dewdrops in cobweb
or dewcobs in dropweb?
Webdrops on cobdew,
or cobs wet with dropdew?
Spiders that spin with the thread from above
spinning their net in a labour of love.

Cobdew in dropweb,
or dropcobs with dewweb?
Webdew or cobdrops?
It's cobweb with dewdrops!
Spiders that spin with the thread from above
spinning their net in a labour of love.

Somewhere in my folders I have a photo of a Cobweb with dewdrops. I'll add it when I find it.
It was one of my headers. Here it is.


- - - - - - - - - - Coming Themes  - - - - - -

taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Jun 22 - Lily
Jun 29 - Northern light
Jul July 5 - Moody
July 12 - Bonsai tree
July 19 - Telescope
July 26 - Anemone
August 2 - Faces
August 9 - Spiky
August 16 - Jungle canopy
August 23 - Snapdragon
August 30 - Horizon line.