Colour of the Month ~ October ~ Månedens farve

The colour of the Month for October is  ~  Månedens farve for oktober er

Words for Wednesday ~ September 23 ~ Onsdagsord June, the Solitary Hero ~ 7

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 River at 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.

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:
Pudding
Letters
Calculations
Laundry
Candlesticks
System

I continue my story about June, the Solitary Hero from here:
June, the Solitary Hero  ~  Part 6
I used the words in the order they were given.

June sat for long on a log by the sea, just staring out over the ocean, not feeling the cold or noticing the encroaching darkness.
What made her wake up, was a ship at sea, once again emitting dots and dashes. She pulled out her notebook and pencil and just copied what she saw. Surely it would not be faultless, but she hoped for it to be good enough for her to read. She could not see the answering flashes from the woods, the angle must be wrong. The boat sent off two more times, and she jotted down all she could catch.

She returned home and suddenly she felt hungry, really hungry for the first time. She looked into the fridge, and found leftover cake from the mail-man's visit and a small pudding in a plastic container. She did not remember buying it, and she went to check her receipts in the dust bin. No, no puddings anywhere. But there were some letters in the envelope on the dresser  in the hall. She looked at them, yes, they were for her. Maybe the mail-man had forgotten to give her some and returned with them when ending his tour? But this did not explain the pudding.
She refrained from eating the pudding, but devoured the left over pie with a big mug of tea. Then she sat down and tried transcribing the dots and dashes from the sea. She sat for long, trying to make the scribbled dots and dashes transform into words she could read. But the meaning eluded her. It seemed to be some code within a code. Maybe some calculations included? 'No', she thought. the answers from the two participants came too close and fast. It must be immediately understandable. complex codes need time.'
She decided to let her brain work on it while doing something else. She did the laundry, polished the silver candlesticks, and then remembered the marking she had done with the bathroom candlesticks.
'Tomorrow I'll go to the place in the woods and look.' She thought. 'Maybe that'll help me crack their coding system.'


PÅ DANSK

Words for Wednesday - Onsdagsord - er en blogleg eller -udfordring, som efterhånden har varet mange år. I september 2026 er det River fra Drifting through Life, der giver os ordene. I dag har vi fået:
Budding
Brev
Beregninger
Tøjvask
Lysestager
System

Her fortsætter jeg min fortælling om June, herfra:
June, den ensomme helt  ~  Del 6
Hele historíne kan også læses her: June.
Jeg brugte ordene i den rækkefølge, de blev givet.

June sad længe på en træstamme på stranden og stirrede ud over havet, uden at mærke hverken kulden eller det indtrængende mørke.
Det, der fik hende til at lægge mærke til sine omgivelser igen, var et skib på havet, der nok en gang sendte meddelelser i morsekode. Hun tog sin notesbog og blyant frem og skrev det ned, hun så. Hun var helt sikker på at det ikke ville være fejlfrit, men hun håbede, at det ville være godt nok til, at hun kunne få mening i det. Hun kunne ikke se svarene fra skoven; vinklen måtte være forkert, men hun gik ud fr at der var nogen, ligesom sidst. Båden sendte signaler to gange til inden den sejlede videre og ud af syne. June noterede alt, hvad hun kunne fange.
    Hun vendte hjem og følte sig pludselig rigtigt sulten for første gang i lang tid. Hun kiggede i køleskabet og fandt resterne af kagen fra postbudets besøg og en lille budding i en plastikbeholder. Hun kunne ikke huske at have købt den, så hun gik hen for at tjekke sine kvitteringer i papirkurven. Nej, ingen buddinger nogen steder. Men der lå nogle breve i konvolutten på kommoden i entreen. Hun kiggede på dem – de var til hende. Måske havde postbudet glemt at give hende dem og var vendt tilbage med dem, efter at have afsluttet sin runde? Men det forklarede stadig ikke buddingen.
Hun lod buddingen stå, men spiste resten af kagen med en stor kop te til. Så satte hun sig ned og forsøgte at transskribere prikkerne og stregerne fra havet. Hun sad længe og forsøgte få mening i det. Måske var der en kode inden i koden? Måske indeholdt den nogle beregninger? 'Nej', tænkte hun. 'det tror jeg ikke på. blinkene fra de to steder kom for tæt på hinanden og for hurtigt. Det må være umiddelbart forståeligt. Komplekse koder kræver tid.'
Hun besluttede at lade hjernen arbejde med det, mens hun lavede noget andet. Hun tog sig af vasketøjet og polerede sølvlysestagerne og kom så i tanke om den markering, hun havde lavet med lysestagerne i badeværelset.
'I morgen tager jeg ud til det sted i skoven og kigger,' tænkte hun. 'Måske kan det hjælpe mig med at knække deres kode.'

Hobbit Day Hobbitdag

I dag er det Bilbo og Frodos fælles fødselsdag. Det er den dag, der indleder bogen, den dag, hvor Bilbo giver ringen til Frodo og drager afsted.

Jeg har længe gerne villet finde et vinterdigt af Tolkien, men jeg har kun fundet dette her fra Ringens Herre, og det bestyrker min mistanke om, at han ikke kunne lide vinter og sne:

Når vinterkulden tar rigtig fat
og stenene springer i frostklare nat.
Når søer er sorte, og træer er bare,
da er det ondt i skoven at fare.

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Today is Hobbit day, Frodo and Bilbo's common birthday. Today it's the anniversary of the party with which the book opens, the day where Bilbo gives the Ring to Frodo and set out on his travels.

I have for long been looking for a poem celebrating snow and winter from J.R.R. Tolkien. Today I found this, fortifying my suspicion that Tolkien did not like snow and winter:

When winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
'tis evil in the Wild to fare.

Poetry Monday :: Solstice Mandagsdigtet :: Solhverv

Poetry Monday is a blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017; later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @ Procrastinating Donkey.
    Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
    Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.

The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well. 

  I have something 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 the prompt is Solstice.  Mayby someone misplaced their watch, or calendar.

Now Solstice is half a year away.
It's equinox we have today:
The day where night and day are equal.
And shorter days will be the sequel -
at least for me, poor northener,
the days have met their shorthener.


Og så på dansk!

Mandagsdigtet er en blogleg, som blev startet af Diane fra On the Border i februar 2017; senere blev den videreført af Delores fra Mumblings og Jenny fra Procrastinating Donkey.
    Derefter overtog Delores værtsrollen; men da Delores forlod internettet, vendte Diane tilbage og overtog værtsrollen igen, hvor hun og Jenny skiftevis foreslog et emne.
    Nu har Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg så overtaget, da Diane ikke synes at have lyst til at genoptage Poetry Monday.
    Stikordene hentes nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe med et (tegne-)stikord for hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være her og på Mimis blog. Og de egner sig for det meste også perfekt til at skrive digte om.

  Jeg har en opfordring til jer: Hvis I læser dette og andres digte via linkene, vil I så ikke være så søde at skrive en kommentar?
  Halvdelen – hvis ikke mere – af det sjove ved disse udfordringer er at modtage andres reaktioner.

I dag er stikordet Solhverv, der er vist noget galt med tidsindstillingen her? Digtet er ikke det samme som det på engelsk, men det tager sit udgangspunkt i de samme tanker.

Solhverv det er ikke nu
I dag er jævndøgn, lille du.
Hvor nat og dag er lige lang.
Fra nu af bliver natten mørk og længere
Vi trænger snart til dags-folængere.

- - - - - Coming Prompts // Kommende stikord - - - - -

September 28 Bonfire  -  Bål
October 5 Rocket   -  Raket
October 12 Contents of the safe  -  Pengeskabets indhold
October 19 X-ray vision - Røngtensyn
October 26 Clam
November 2  Big Birds
November 9  Planes

Seasons - Årstider ~ A.B.C.

I've begun sorting through my unpublished blog posts. Some will be posted as is, some will be finished and published, most will be deleted. As I have more that 100 drafts expect lots of crazy, dizzy, angry, happy and hopefully funny posts to pop up over the coming weeks.

An Autumn Blog Cleaning post

Jeg er begyndt på en efterårsoprydning på min blog. Der ligger mængder af kladder. Nogle få bliver udgivet som de er, flere vil blive udgivet efter en omskrivning, og langt de fleste vil blive slettet. Da jeg har næsten 200 kladder liggende, kan I se frem til vanvittige, rundtossede, vrede, glade og for det meste morsomme  opslag den kommende måneds tid. 
    De vil få etiketten A.B.C. for Autumn Blog Cleaning = Efterårsblogoprydning (E.B.O. lyder ikke helt så sjov, vel 😉)

Et A. B. C. opslag

DANSK

  Uglemor synes, at vi burde indføre flere årstider. Det er jo ikke rigtig efterår endnu. Lad os indføre forsommer og eftersommer, sådan at der hedder:

1. Vinter: Det er koldt, mørkt og måske sne. 
2. Vår: det er stadig koldt, men der er vintergækker og andre forårstegn. 
3. Forår: Nu kan man komme i jorden, vi kan så, men ikke sidde ude om aftenen endnu. 
4. Sommer: Man kan gå i vandet og sidde ude længe, der er jordbær og hindbær i haven. Der skal luges og vandes. Varmt og ferie. 
5. Eftersommer/Høst: Korn, bær, nødder og frugter modner. Himmelen er stadig høj og blå. Det er rart at være ude stadigvæk.
6. Efterår: Nu falder bladene af træerne, det stormer, regner og bliver koldt. Vi finder overtøjet frem igen.

     I dag skinnede solen, og selv omjeg var til forskellige ting, blev der både tid til en tur efter svampe - hvor er der bare mange i år - og en sen eftermiddags-havevandring.

-- 📅 --

ENGELSK

  This time of year MotherOwl always thinks that it is not Fall yet. We need more seasons. In Danish we have some old names, like English has Fall and Autumn.
 I suggest these six seasons:

1. Winter - this one is obvious, cold, dark, sometimes it snows. 
2. Spring - It gets a bit warmer, spring flowers peep through, birds are returning, but it is still cold outside, it even snows sometimes. *)
3. Early Summer - You begin to sow and plant, but it's still not warm enough to stay outdoors in the evening or for a swin in the sea. 
4. Summer - Now it's nice outside. It's a time for leisure and fun, we can stay outside all the time if we like. 
5. Autumn - harvest time, grains, berries, nuts and fruits ripen, It is still nice outside. 
6. Fall - the leaves are falling from the trees, it is windy and colder. You need to put on more clothes to go out. 

Today the Sun shone, it was really nice outside. And even though I was busy elsewhere I went foraging for mushrooms in the woods --  there's lots this year. I even had time for a walk in the garden.

*) for season number 2. Cathy of Still Waters have a fun word: Sprinter. This will make the six seasons: Winter, Sprinter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Fall