lørdag den 17. april 2021

Ⓐ - Ⓩ O

Hver dag klokken 12 kommer der et A-Z indlæg. Temaet er ekkoer, de løse ender, halve projekter, nye begyndelser, gyldne løfter og lokkende udsigter. Men jeg ville ikke være Uglemor, hvis ikke der sneg sig nye projekter og ideer ind i denne omgang A-Z også.
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Every day at noon a new A-Z post goes live. The theme is Echoes, finishing touches, half done projects and endings. But I would not be MotherOwl if these posts would not contain more than a fair share of new beginnings and plans.

O for Overleve  =  Survive

Overleve. Det er det, min Ironman gør i World of Warcraft. Jeg spiller udelukkende Classic, det vil sige at jeg kun kan blive level 60. Lige nu er jeg "allerede" nået til leve 14. Med den fart varer det vist et par år, før jeg når nogen vegne. Men det er heller ikke det primære, altså at nå til level 60. Det primære er at overleve - og have det sjovt undervejs.
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Surviving. That is what my IronMan Challenger is doing in World of Warcraft. I play exclusively Classic these days. And this means that the max. level is 60. I have now reached level 14. Continuing like this, it'll take me some more years to get there. But the main thing - for me - is not getting there. It is surviving and having fun.

Link IronMan blog

fredag den 16. april 2021

Ⓐ - Ⓩ N

Hver dag klokken 12 kommer der et A-Z indlæg. Temaet er ekkoer, de løse ender, halve projekter, nye begyndelser, gyldne løfter og lokkende udsigter. Men jeg ville ikke være Uglemor, hvis ikke der sneg sig nye projekter og ideer ind i denne omgang A-Z også.
Ⓐ - Ⓩ
Every day at noon a new A-Z post goes live. The theme is Echoes, finishing touches, half done projects and endings. But I would not be MotherOwl if these posts would not contain more than a fair share of new beginnings and plans.

N for Nødder  =  Nuts

Jeg har fortalt om vores valnøddetræer, om at tørre valnødder og om at farve med valnøddeskaller. Men jeg har vist aldrig fortalt om at spise valnødderne.

-- 🌰 --
I have told about our walnut trees, about dyeing with walnut husks, and the drying of walnuts. I think I never got to tell about the actual eating.

Denne her kurv står fremme i Uglebo, og i dag har jeg fyldt de absolut sidste nødder i kurven.

This basket is standing on a table in the Owlery. And today I filled it up with the very last nuts.

Den spæde start -- The beginning

En moden valnød  --  A ripe walnut

Perfekt tørrede valnødder  --  Perfect nuts fresh from the dehydrator

Uldgarn, farvet med valnøddeskaller  -- Wool dyed with walnut husks.

torsdag den 15. april 2021

Birch Manor - Summer - Part 5

This Wednesday the words are over at WiseWebWoman's blog. Yesterday we were given:


 Please remember to go back, read other peoples' stories there or follow their links back to their blogs. And please place a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction.

Well, I used half of the words. Hopefully more story to come. I won't promise a new chapter each evening until next Wednesday this time around. But for now, continuing from yesterday's Oops-chapter

 The trip to Sweden came sooner than expected.  The oldest of Hilde's sons, Hans, were a travelling salesman in machines and had to go south for some business. He offered Susan and Knud a ride as far as he was going.
"That would be very nice indeed," Susan said.
They set out early next morning, and drove in silence along fjords and inlets. The Sun was low in the north-eastern sky as they took off, it never set all Summer barely touching the horizon at midnight.
Hans stopped somewhere along the road and came out with three steaming cups of coffee."Hilde told me a high tale yesterday. She said that she herself, you and probably me and my children as well were witches. What's the truth behind this?"
"It's the plain, simple truth," Knud said. "Short version: We met at a school for witchcraft and magic almost 50 years ago. We all forgot, due to some ... let's call it unforeseen circumstances, but we, Susan and I, had our memories restored and now we're travelling Scandinavia to restore the witches and wizards we remember from school."
"The longer version have to wait for later, there's still a lot of pieces missing," Susan said with a complaining smile. "But look into yourself. Have you never experiences instances ..." Susan stopped and revisited yesterday's puzzle party with Hilde's children and grandchildren after dinner. Hans had solved the yellow puzzle at first try. this could mean that he was gifted with second sight. "..where you just knew what was going to happen?" Susan ended.
"Yes," Hans said after a prolonged silence. "That ability has won me many a bet and earned me many strange glances from persons who thought I had sneaked a peek in their personal papers. I have learned to suppress these glimpses, learned to live with it."
"But that's your magic showing," Susan said simply. Once we get you a wand, you'll be able to learn."
"Do I need a wand?" Hans asked.
"Yes you do," Susan responded. "At least for most of the 'real' magic. You can begin stretching that magic muscle of yours by following those premonitions, let them flow, react upon them. You're not a boy risking a rap over the knuckles for your words any more. Be careful of course, but it gets easier with practise - as indeed everything."
The rest of the drive was mostly silent. Hans was thinking and driving, and Susan and Knud were resting, gathering strength for the coming days.


When they had said their good byes to Hans, promising a visit to Tromsø soon again. they stood at the train station.
"You know what?" Knud said suddenly. "Why on earth are we going by train, plane, car and so on. Why don't we just teleport wherever we want?"
"Long ago I asked Jon that question," Susan answered. "He told me that your expenditure of energy is a function of two things; practise and distance travelled. We could teleport from Tromsø to Helsingborg and survive it. But we would have to sleep, eat and nothing else for days afterwards. It was and still is that way with a lot of things. the mundane way of doing it might take time, but the magical way exhausts you. And as we're going to have to function the moment we arrive in Helsingborg, it's just not practical. That's why portals are essential."
"I never knew," Knud said. "I think we should have been warned."
"In a way we were," Susan said. "And I think Jon placed an inhibition on us. No one ever overstretched their powers as far as I know."
"There goes my wonderful idea." Knud said with a deep sight. "Well at least we're going to enjoy some peace on the train journey there."

In the compartment of the train they discussed the Swedes. "Well I only know that Anna still lives in Helsingborg," Knud said. "Tell me a bit more, if you can."
"Anna was on the green team same as us, you sure remember?" Knud nodded her on. "She was great at at least healing and general magic, and most important, she was one of the wandsingers. She joined David's team for that ill-fated first broom racing, but she defected, left the team and stood up to David. We almost had to throttle her on the racing day, as she was going to tell on David. Fast forward: She lost at least some family members to Tristan and Torben's terror, and she was one of the helpers that last day. Her elder brother, Kalle, was nothing special on any accounts, he had a thorn in the flesh, and he followed the leaders. But he was not intrinsically bad, only weak. He died after all the fuss had died down, some 8 years after David. I suppose it was an honest accident or an illness. I won't blame Anna for her brother's missteps. David, Tristan and Torben taught us that much at least."
"They sure did," Knud agreed. "Your description of  Kalle tallies with mine, I won't pry."
"Oh we can ask," Susan said. "His death date is on her facebook profile, thus no secret."
"Ah, OK, but it won't be the first thing we mention either."
"And Helge? What about him? I really liked him," Susan said.
"I think we all did," Knud said. "He was always so clumsy. He got hurt, he fell down trees, he forgot his spells. Do you remember when we pulled him out of the pile of lumbers one winter's day?"
"Oh yes I do," Susan said emphatically, "I'll never forget that day!"
They agreed upon using much the same tactics as with Hilde. It had worked, and inventing new ruses all the time was not necessary.

They slept for a while and woke in time to eat their lunch packets, sending grateful thoughts to Hilde for the treat, and generally get straightened out before the train rolled in to the Helsingborg station.
After getting off they stood on the platform. Susan  looked lost.
"I think they moved the train station," Susan said lamely. "Nothing looks as it used to do. We're even underground. I wonder what happened to the station I knew?"
"Well, there's a map over here. I'll have a look," Knud said. "Södergatan is what we're looking for?"
"Yes for once a nice and easy job, and an address," Susan said with a sigh.
"It's a real long time since you last went to Helsingborg," Knud said laughing, "at least by train. This station has been in use since 1991."
"Oh really, Yes maybe, there has never been a reason for me to go here by train since I grew up." Susan said turning red.
"And Södergatan is very close. We can walk there in ten minutes," Knud said. "I know where it is now."
"I trust you with a map," Susan said. "Lead the way."
They turned their back to the harbour and walked into the bustling streets of Helsingborg.
"It's not a very nice town," Susan said. Tall buildings of glass and grey stones rose over them everywhere they looked. The old fashioned houses were few and far between.
"No, not really, when you leave the centre," Knud agreed. "This looks more like a rebuild German city than anything else," he said.
"An apt description," Susan said.

They had no problems finding Annas apartment. Knud was good with a map, and the houses were marked with big, visible numerals.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ M

Hver dag klokken 12 kommer der et A-Z indlæg. Temaet er ekkoer, de løse ender, halve projekter, nye begyndelser, gyldne løfter og lokkende udsigter. Men jeg ville ikke være Uglemor, hvis ikke der sneg sig nye projekter og ideer ind i denne omgang A-Z også.
Ⓐ - Ⓩ
Every day at noon a new A-Z post goes live. The theme is Ecchoes, finishing touches, half done projects and endings. But I would not be MotherOwl if these posts would not contain more than a fair share of new beginnings and plans.

M for Mønstre og Mure (= Patterns and Walls)

Mønstre og ternet papir har altid fascineret Uglemor. Her enr nogle herlige mønstre fra mure Uglemor har set og taget billeder af gennem tiden. Nu er det vist på tide at bruge dem, Uglemor!

-- 🧱 ⠿ --

Patterns and grid papers were always one of Mother Owl's passions. Here is a collection of wonderful Mural patterns that have been languishing in the archives. Time to use them, MotherOwl!

Lige til at strikke denne her mur.   --  This wall is perfect for knitting.

Fascinerende, men hvordan gengiver man mon det?  --  Fascinating pattern. How to do justice to it?

Clasped Weft?

Denne her skal vist også strikkes, eller måske foldes i theposer? 
To be knit as well, or maybe cany wrapper folding?

Den her er flot, men kan man strikke den - Hvad nu hvis man strikker mønsterstrik og short rows? 
How to knit this, patterns in short rows maybe?

onsdag den 14. april 2021

Birch Manor - Summer - Part 4

This Wednesday the words are over at WiseWebWoman's blog. Today we're given:


 Remember to go back, read other peoples' stories there or follow their links back. And please place a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction.

We're now back to Susan's story in the future, Birch Manor. Continuing where I left off here

  And ... I made an OOPSIE. I forgot to post a part of the chapter last time around, but of course continued from there in my files, using some of the words. If the story should not go back and forth like crazy, I'll just have to publish this part first.
  Word used: Canopy, which I was able to sneak in. 

It turned into a late night. They drank lots of coffee, spoke of old memories, told of their lives, and discussed ways and means of bringing peoples' magic back. My had one leg of Helge's old trousers and half of Martine's brain teasers. Susan insisted they kept some in case Hilde had any children.
In the morning, late morning. Knud once again brewed them some coffee and My walked them to the train station. There they bought a ticket to Denmark for My, ascertaining that it could have its date changed if anything should happen in the time between now and then. Susan and Knud boarded the train to the airport, they did not want to spend a whole day in a train, and the air ticket was even cheaper than the train.


Tromsø was a big town. But after an uninspiring lunch, to put it mildly, the hospital was easily found. It was huge!
"Hilde is where?" Knud asked.
"She is working in the Milk bank. Susan answered with a lopsided smile "Yes they accept and distribute human milk from there. It is a great thing. If we had had a car or lived closer to the hospital, I'd have donated milk when our children were small. I imagine Hilde is doing a good job there. And there it is 'Morsmelkbanken B2'."
They followed the road signs to the right place. Norwegian was easy to read for Danes. "What are we going to do now?"
"Follow our plan, we agreed upon a direct approach for Hilde. She was always a no nonsense type."
"And we all believe we participated in some kind of 4H summer course. Thus a question about such an enterprise won't surprise her too much." Knud said.
They sat on a bench under the canopy of a giant beech tree outside the milk bank, watching women coming and handing in milk, They pricked up their ears and listened as someone called for Hilde. But it was only a mom calling her older child come back.
At long last the bells on a far away church struck four. Knud and Susan stood, stretched and walked to the entrance of the Milk bank. "I wonder if she'll get out through this door here," Susan said. "Maybe I should take a look around the corner?"
"OK I'll call you if I find her first, and you can do the same." Knud said. But it never became necessary. The door opened and a group of ladies smelling of hospital came out.
Knud took two steps in their direction, saying: "Could you please help us?"
"Yes," an elderly, efficient looking lady said. "What are you looking for?"
"Not what, Who. We're looking for a lady named Hilde, last name is, or at least was, Westvold."
The lady turned toward another very like her: "Hilde, those two want a word with you. At least I think so. Your maiden name was Westvold after all."
"Thank you," Knud said, as Hilde said, "Yes that is true. What do you want."
We're planning a reunion," Knud said. "This summer marks the 50eth year since we met at the 4H farm. We'd like to invite you."
"This is a bit ridiculous," Hilde said. "I do not have fond memories from that farm, even though some of the people there were OK, as I remember. I haven't given it a thought in  many years."
"Let's have a cup of coffee and talk a bit," Susan suggested. "I'm sure you know a nice place somewhere near."
"Yes, actually I do. We often go there for an after work cuppa on Fridays. Follow me."
They had a table outside in the sun, far from other people.
"Now, spill it," Hilde said. "I'm not stupid, and that lame tale of 4H and so on. That's not the whole truth is it? I'll have to warn you, thought that any hint of violence will make me reciprocate, and I have the black belt in Karate."
"Ouch, you're still a tough nut!" Susan exclaimed. "We're not after your money, or life or anything. But yes, it is a lame story. It is nonetheless the truth as you know it."
"The truth as I know it?" Hilde said. "Yes I remember that Farm, more summers, not only one, three, I think. Rather boring. What is it, you want?"
"We want to give you back something you left behind at the Farm!" Susan said and held the shirt out for Hilde.
"My skirt? Don't tell me you came all the way from ... Sweden, no Denmark, just to give me an old skirt. I do not really believe you."
"No?" Susan said. "The best thing is hidden inside the skirt. Have a look."
Hilde did not look convinced, and Susan placed the skirt on the small table. "Take your time," she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well an old skirt can't kill me." Hilde said and pulled it towards her. At the touch, the tough outer shell, that was Hilde's armour against the hardships of life cracked, and she began crying silently. "My magic, you gave me my magic back," she said as her tears stopped. "You have given me back my memories of those happy ... and not so happy days at the Unicorn Farm. Now I remember. Now I know what I have been missing all those years. And now I recognise you as well. You were ..
... hopeless flyers!" Susan laughed. "You have no idea how many times we've been told so these last weeks!"
"You are really trying to organise a reunion? Not for 4H girls and boys but for  ... witches and wizards?" Hilde said still hesitating.
"We're planning something more actually," Susan said. "We intend to re-open the school. Do you have any children or grandchildren?"
"By golly! The children! I forgot! I was supposed to pick them up from preschool at five. Come with me!" She paid their coffee and walked in a brisk trot towards the parking lot. "Get in behind, last row, You'll get swarmed shortly, do prepare."
"We have six kids, and grands of our own. We are prepared," Susan said as Hilde slammed the sliding door shut.
Hilde drove with skill, as she did anything, around corners, through rural roads and ended up outside a newly built school. "Stay put." She warned and went to the fence. They heard her call and saw a group of children come running at her. She opened the gate and gave a short command. In a neat procession they walked to the car and piled in. Shortly everyone had a seat and had their belts fastened. Hilde closed the sliding door and the front passenger door and climbed aboard once again.

Susan and Knud had to answer the same questions many times over, and Hilde's grandkids had troubles understanding their what a small girl called "wrong Norwegian" Susan said "Shut your eyes and count down from ten, you can do that! Cone on. All together now, Ten. Nine ..." She stopped counting and while the children continued, she pulled out her wand and cast the Mál Sameinast spell that Gilvi once had cast at the beginning of every day at the Unicorn Farm.
"Nå snakker jeg skikkeligt norsk, ikke sant?" (Now I speak proper Norwegian, don't I? ) Susan said and all the children yelled "Yes!" After this they were great friends and Knud and Susan had no trouble making the children play with the brain teasers one after another while Hilde got something to eat whipped up for all of them.
It was as well prepared and tasty as Susan and Knud had expected. "Now what are those funny toys?" Hilde asked.
"It's some Susan and Knud had for us!" the girl who had teased Susan with her Norwegian said.
"Really, Synne, just for you?" Hilde aksked
"Oh, I'm sure you and granddad can play with them as well," Synne retorted. "That white one over there, It's very hard, only Paul could solve it." Paul was the oldest of the grandkids, and he had ben able to solve all the puzzles, magical and not with equal ease.
"I don't doubt it," Hilde said. "I think that boy thrives on puzzles and riddles."

"What does the rest of you say. Do you agree with Synne?" Susan asked. "Which ones are the hardest, so that we can tease granddad, and your parents too when they arrive."
They started to line up the puzzles after how hard they were, and Susan and Knud soon had an idea of whom of Hilde's grandchildren had magic, most of them did; and who not, only two.
Please tell me who is who and how many children you have, I keep loosing it," Susan said with a big sigh. "It's a bit overwhelming when I do not know the first thing about this invasion. Susan grinned.
"OK children now sit down, and please stand up as I say your name," Hilde said. All the children sat down in the grass, and Hilde continued. "I have three children, and each of those have children of their own. Nine grand-kids. My oldest son, Hans, is the father of Paul, Synne and Erik." They stood. "My daughter, Nana is the mother of Dora, Elsa, Finn, and Gregor. They rose in order, two boys and two girls very close in age and abilities as far as Susan could judge. "And my youngest son, Rasmus has only two children Roseanne and Mary." They rose, and Susan recognised the two girls who probably had no magic. Luckily those two were siblings, that would make it easier on them, or maybe not as Hilde's grandchildren seemed a tight knit bundle.