Poetry Monday :: Beans

Not much of a poem, but it was fun. Unfortunately Beans was not the solution to today's Wordle.

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Coming prompts:
December 9: A Bumpy Ride
December 16: Recipe for Disaster
December 23: Never Say Never and/or Christmas/Hanukkah
December 30: All Done

Godt nytår ~ Hapy New Year

Jeg kan endog genbruge min
billedtekst  selvom billedet er nyt.
Edderkoppen er en af vore "overlevere"
En ting, der hænger fra år til år,
selv om det ikke er dens årstid.

I can even re-use the caption,
but the photo is new.
The spider is one of our "survivors".
A thing that keeps on hanging
year after year
even when thy're out of season.

I dag kan jeg bare gentage, hvad jeg skrev for 11 år siden:

Nej Uglemor er ikke blevet senil og roder rundt i år og måneder. Men i dag er det jo 1. søndag i advent - Kirkens nytår. Vi starter på et helt nyt kirkeår. I dag skulle vi flytte alle markørerne. Vi startede på en ny måned, en ny uge, en ny årstid og et nyt kirkeår alt sammen
At så vejret også skulle flyttes fra regn til solskin, gjorde det jo ikke ringere.

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Today I repeat myself from 11 years ago:

No, MotherOwl has not yet turned senile and is mixing up days, months and years. But today was really an extraordinary day in the calendar. As can be seen, today we began a new liturgical year, a new month, a new season, and a new week all in one day.
That the marker for weather also had to be moved from rain to sunshine did not lessen the joy.