tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80541010074404361872024-03-19T11:56:58.568+01:00Uglemors blog MotherOwl's MusingsCharlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.comBlogger2315125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-65843184920834873892024-03-18T13:07:00.004+01:002024-03-18T20:14:06.110+01:00Poetry Monday :: Meaning :: Updated<i>Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by <b><a href="https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Diane at On the Border</a></b>.
But from Monday, </i><i><i>January 8, 2024, <b><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Messymimi</a></b>
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her</i></i><i><i><i><i>, as she's taking a break due to
health issues.</i></i> We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.
<br /></i><br />Today is</i> <b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Meaning.</span></b><br /><br /><i>And oops I did it again. I wrote a poem in my mind yesterday evening, thinking I sure would remember it. <br /><br /> I forgot all about it while sleeping and visiting the dentist this morning. And by all I mean ALL. Normally I do remember a line or two, and even what it was about, but this time around it evaporated in its entirety. <br /><br />I'll try and write a new poem today, while biking, working an knitting. But as my brain now feels as empty as a pauper's purse, please do not hold your breath. <br /><br />-- </i><b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Meaning</span></b><i> --<br /><br />I'm sorry. I wrote the most corny poem ever. I cannot find anything else inside my brain. <br /></i><br />Love gives meaning to every thing<br />Love sealed with a golden ring<br />Gives meaning to aching<br />Gives meaning to making<br />and even to baking.<br /> <br /> - - - - - <br /><br />Next Monday: <b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Happy news</span></b><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-63947433313045175162024-03-17T15:15:00.003+01:002024-03-17T15:15:00.157+01:00Sunday selections :: Plant Maltreatment<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Søndagsbillede :: Plantemishandling</span></b></span> <br /><br />Even if the colour of the month, Olive green, is found in these cacti, it is a clear cut case of plant maltreatment. <br /><br />Selv om nogle af de her kaktus er olivengrønne, og det er marts måneds farve, står vi alligevel over for et klart tilfælde af plantemishandling. <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yufxABbhyphenhyphenJ6xLIGoUS8b-bLubeSRix-7BZJyxjdwQ_84RvNkWKcYjUABaDkks-e5_CteXaAaA8sMS9ql5H3mm6XwOwMcOdU24ePN44piRqQ4gXvkUGEKMNeS581dOYDlB_sHq_4ELPiSr1yKUXt4wvLj7Om643cBZfQrzotX7S_BEEBC6WfIK4A8eTfn/s1600/Plantemishandling.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yufxABbhyphenhyphenJ6xLIGoUS8b-bLubeSRix-7BZJyxjdwQ_84RvNkWKcYjUABaDkks-e5_CteXaAaA8sMS9ql5H3mm6XwOwMcOdU24ePN44piRqQ4gXvkUGEKMNeS581dOYDlB_sHq_4ELPiSr1yKUXt4wvLj7Om643cBZfQrzotX7S_BEEBC6WfIK4A8eTfn/w480-h640/Plantemishandling.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVJSieD9_PELeHx5S2IEF-ECNkTxMg_slRKIIS58OPC_f81xfyyLW99k_U-OrYaiVZ7nBZkWZ5PiyptwBH4KELUN1oN5_oc9hgpm1i7yFT-0EtwW-UG4X6NOdZX5jg9i4lZztbJGY8IKxjpm2Qv9RWo_lOR95giggCkXLYSd1tnY9chxoxDB0hsBfoOYt/s363/03-March-OliveGreen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="363" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVJSieD9_PELeHx5S2IEF-ECNkTxMg_slRKIIS58OPC_f81xfyyLW99k_U-OrYaiVZ7nBZkWZ5PiyptwBH4KELUN1oN5_oc9hgpm1i7yFT-0EtwW-UG4X6NOdZX5jg9i4lZztbJGY8IKxjpm2Qv9RWo_lOR95giggCkXLYSd1tnY9chxoxDB0hsBfoOYt/s320/03-March-OliveGreen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Notice I changed the name from Olive yellow to Olive green. <br />Jeg fik ændret navnet fra olivengul til olivengrøn<br /></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-57967268830498202432024-03-16T09:49:00.000+01:002024-03-16T09:49:35.316+01:00A-Z :: Apprentices at the Unicorn Farm ~ a Preview<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23s5E3fvfV_iHWPXOZoSv0XbI08_gNU1VR4THCExEUnxFRvzicyPhyphenhyphenoed11NOJDlWLuBwA-lT4lIloeacooXWBZj71Xj84WZeUovmSnbCgTgk1bsFnu7rkexrmpSEuBEvLUUpH2qOIIhJK5SWI0vER6rs2w8b_I3uI_6OKTtBNTSlYHn_Oim2bbzn9Z5C/s700/a-z2024logoA(sm).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23s5E3fvfV_iHWPXOZoSv0XbI08_gNU1VR4THCExEUnxFRvzicyPhyphenhyphenoed11NOJDlWLuBwA-lT4lIloeacooXWBZj71Xj84WZeUovmSnbCgTgk1bsFnu7rkexrmpSEuBEvLUUpH2qOIIhJK5SWI0vER6rs2w8b_I3uI_6OKTtBNTSlYHn_Oim2bbzn9Z5C/w200-h200/a-z2024logoA%28sm%29.png" width="200" /></a></div>As told, I intend to write of one or more apprentices from the Unicorn Farm - and maybe teachers, parents and nisser - each day of April. <br /><br />I am not sure of the format. I only know it will have to work in a short format as well. <br /><br />I am not going to tell of Susan, Heidi, Lis or Tage, as they are the main persons, and we hear quite a lot about them in the story proper. But I would like to test the format for the posts. Heidi, Lis and Tage can serve as guinea pigs. <br /><br />How do you like this? <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">--<b> Ⓐ</b> 🪄 <b>Ⓩ</b> --</span><br /></div><div><br /><b>Heidi, Lis & Tage Bach ~ Denmark</b> <br />Heidi is the younger sister, 11 when the story begins, of Tage and Lis, who are twins and both 14. They are all magicians of the <span style="color: #800180;"><b>transformations and divinations</b></span> variety, and can trace their ancestors "all the way back to Merlin and the ancient Greeks," as Tage expresses it. The three siblings were raised knowing of and learning of their magic, but told not to use magic, as mostly their mother feared a progrome like in the days of old. <br /> Their parents are called Sandra and Kai. Sandra is a part time helper in the supermarket at Unicorn Island and also sometimes in the fair that visits the island during the summer holidays. Like her namesake, Cassandra, she suffers from bouts of premonition, but she is generally more trusted. She wields a wand of yew, emitting sparks that are smoky grey and mysterious like the oracle in Delphi.<br /> Kai is a stage magician, as he says: "Isn't it the easiest way to hide my magic? I mean, nobody believes that stage magicians really use magic, they know it's all cheating and sleight of hand. But I'm the real thing." His wand looks like a stage magician's prop, made from ebony, his sparks are all the colours of the rainbow. <br /><br />Heidi is sweet, sharing and a bit of a tease. She is just the best at transformations, and can make a pincushion into a hedgehog with the wave of a wand. She normally wears her sandy hair in two pigtails tied up with blue balls hair ties that sometimes smack her fingers. She wields an alder wand emitting bright purple sparks. <br /><br />Lis is blond like Heidi, she's dilligent, a bit of a busybody and allround good at transformations, divinations and portals. She's a genius when it comes to reading, wordgames, and writing. She wields a wand of beech emitting silvery-purple sparks.<br /><br />Tage has his father's dark hair and mystic looks. He is also hard-working, but only when he feels like it, luckily this is most of the time. He is good at portals and divinations, and like his sister he wields a beech wand, but his sparks are a blackish purple. <br /><br />We first meet those three going home from the first day on the Unicorn Farm. Heidi, Lis and Tage seems unsure of how to get home, and much to her own surprise, Susan tells that she knows the way and grasps Heidi's hands. After this the four are friends. <br /></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-6041911296112845902024-03-15T17:31:00.006+01:002024-03-15T17:31:45.689+01:00Wordle № 1.000Wordle 1.000 🎉 6/6<br /><br />⬜🟨⬜🟨⬜<br />⬜⬜⬜⬜🟨<br />⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜<br />🟨🟨⬜🟨⬜<br />🟨🟨⬜🟨🟨<br />🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩<br /><br /><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-32801915911820318942024-03-15T10:48:00.002+01:002024-03-15T10:48:11.688+01:00SPAM!Today I once again wrote to Blogger via the in-game Help and Feedback system. <br /><br />Here's what I wrote (slightly edited for typos and clarity): <br /><br /><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c;">Well, yesterday I had an actual spam-comment advertising online shopping and what not - what happened? It was just published, not put into spam prison. <br /><br />Today River commented, as she has been doing for years - what happened? Her comment was once again put in spam prison. <br /><br />"Dear" Blogger - you need to update your AI or better yet ditch it! <br />It's easier for me to delete the one real spam a month, than letting River, Mimi and all my other regular commenters out of spam jail several times a week!</span></b><br /></div><br /><b>This is not spam according to Blogger's AI</b>: <br /><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;">NN 14. mar. 2024, kl. 12.23 <br /><br />USA xxx<br />online shopping in usa<br />USA xxx<br />Loans<br />degree<br />Donate<br />Mortgage<br />lawyer<br />online shopping<br /></div><br /><br /><b>While this is</b>: <br /><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;">River 15. marts 2024 kl. 06.45<br /><br />The green logo looks better but nothing will make me join the A-Z challenge. There's too much thinking involved for my tired little brain.<br /><br /></div><br />And no, I won't stop telling Blogger off every time they make me free a comment of yours from spam prison. I hope - just like that biblical widow who keeps on knocking and asking for justice - to pester them long enough to get tired of me and do something about it. <br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-7977586095213975932024-03-14T14:14:00.016+01:002024-03-14T14:14:00.133+01:00A to Z ~ to do or not?<div>Selvom tilmeldingen til årets A-Z blogger-udfordring åbnede i søndags, har jeg stadig ikke besluttet mig for om jeg vil deltage eller ej. <br /> Årets logo tiltaler mig - så længe vi taler om ideen bag - for den praktiske udførelse med lysepink på mørk baggrund får det til at flimre for mine øjne - og jeg kan virkelig ikke lide pink. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> - - - Ⓐ - Ⓩ - - - <br /></div><div><br />This Sunday the theme reveal of the A to Z challenge opened. <br />I am still not decided. <br /><br />And the logo did not help either. I do like the logo -- the ideas and concept behind it at least, and I'm thankful that Ronel took up the challenge of making one for us. But I do not like pink, and I do have a hard time reading light letters on a dark background. Ergo this logo is not smack-dab in the middle of my taste.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2024/03/theme-reveal-atozchallenge-2024-bloghop.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnh3ZL0ci-y0p-I2-ZVr2yalzhRPwtwvgyF21LKeCkMmiigbAsNF5BBKcBeWUHYk33W7Xd531eJM6rfNaV-mEz3ufCgOkFMd44CUhK__39ZFu_dJxNdepkD6avdeK_egj4SK6NPbGqg4fNhd1MfvAODce-tHYn5GpZ-eirZ4QobBsTVfqHAd8a9H8na2t/s1600/A-Z-Org.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2024/03/theme-reveal-atozchallenge-2024-bloghop.html" target="_blank">LINK</a><br /></div><div><br /> Jeg ventede et par dage i håbet om at Lissa som de forgangne år ville have tegnet et alternativt logo. <br /> Men på den anden side, er et ikke helt heldigt logo undskyldning nok til ikke at deltage? Eller skal der mere til? Det tager lang tid, jeg har aldrig haft held til at virkelig gennemføre det, der er ikke nogen ord med en hel del af bogstaverne sidst i alfabetet ... der er nok af gode grunde til at sige nej. <br /> Men der er også gode grunde til at sige ja. En af de bedre er at jeg allerede har en idé til et tema: Folk fra Enhjørningegården. Det er alle tiders chance til at præsentere de mere ukendte lærlinge fra min evighedsroman. <br /><br />Hvad nu hvis jeg legede lidt med logoet ... <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> - - - Ⓐ - Ⓩ - - - <br /></div><br /> I procrastinated, hoping that Lissa was going to post an alternative, as she has done before.<br /><br /> But is a slightly displeasing logo enough to make me not join? But there's also the fact that it is quite time consuming, and that I never ever finished A-Z to my satisfaction, and that the letters at the end of the alphabet are mostly unused in Danish ... lots of reasons for not participating. But there's also reasons for participating, one of the best is that I already have an idea for a theme - persons of Unicorn Farm - which would help me flesh out some of the lesser known persons from my everlasting tale. <br /><br />Maybe just playing a bit around with the logo would help: <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0suvRutNfQ8w4gJsYWASch8M_l1jZNn9jvRhJ8-BojEYSf5u5AkAcWWqB47Dti-NH_sCIrY1mcgPyL_OsBBEabLgtDgMpN720TbsWAA_oxBhE6PE43_GgVzn19RmAdMM6XbAZWAf6kWy4crcteiYDGvmv3nKIl1qFVjfSSm808A893Qxb2i7ijlNi016/s320/A-Z-Neg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0suvRutNfQ8w4gJsYWASch8M_l1jZNn9jvRhJ8-BojEYSf5u5AkAcWWqB47Dti-NH_sCIrY1mcgPyL_OsBBEabLgtDgMpN720TbsWAA_oxBhE6PE43_GgVzn19RmAdMM6XbAZWAf6kWy4crcteiYDGvmv3nKIl1qFVjfSSm808A893Qxb2i7ijlNi016/s1600/A-Z-Neg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grønt er altid godt - jeg har bare inverteret farverne.<br /> - - Ⓐ - Ⓩ - - <br />Green is always a good colour; I just inverted the colours.<br /></div></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-22992393257109307792024-03-13T17:38:00.000+01:002024-03-13T17:38:12.690+01:00Words for Wednesday ~ March 13<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5611650528091426753" itemprop="description articleBody">
<i>This challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with <a href="https://myjustsostory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>Elephant's Child</b></a> as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.<br /><br />The
general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories,
subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
<br />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.
<br />
<br /> It is also a challenge, where the old saying</i> "<span style="font-family: Unkempt;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>The more the merrier</b></i>" </span></span><i>holds true. </i><br /><br />So <b>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. <br /><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>-- 🀄 --</b><br /></div><i><br />The Words for the Wednesdays in Mach are provided by </i><b><a href="https://river-driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com/2024/03/words-for-wednesday.html" target="_blank">River</a></b>, <i>who has decided to use fewer words in the hope that more people might be tempted to join us.<br /><br />Today's words are</i>: <br /><br />Tinkering <br />Vagabond <br />Dreamed <br />Sometimes <br />Running <br />Choose <br />Sunday<br /><br /><i>I do not know why, but fewer words are not better for me, it makes my brain more prone to not produce anything. I hope I am the "odd owl out" here. <br /><br />But River's accompanying picture was a scrabble board. I can do that. So here is an unfinished scrabble game for you to finish if you like. I used a few extra words. Can you find them?</i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEavSNfLOcJs_hkOak8oVV1iTWcF1rWBa5WLxYDWqRydE5bP_HoKtXQwCLKu9bLck7NufbmaUe8fOVWnZiw1nesGA0h-z8_rJFWCz45o-Qy_e__SV3rpO9awCQqsXhn0tPjzCCFSfM1Ruz1OwBoc7sRWEud_EQ501dpqrv1cvDMiKniWpc3hqh_kgpKEUu/s844/sCRABBLE-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="844" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEavSNfLOcJs_hkOak8oVV1iTWcF1rWBa5WLxYDWqRydE5bP_HoKtXQwCLKu9bLck7NufbmaUe8fOVWnZiw1nesGA0h-z8_rJFWCz45o-Qy_e__SV3rpO9awCQqsXhn0tPjzCCFSfM1Ruz1OwBoc7sRWEud_EQ501dpqrv1cvDMiKniWpc3hqh_kgpKEUu/w640-h592/sCRABBLE-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-78829413605394401022024-03-12T12:56:00.005+01:002024-03-12T13:15:28.542+01:00Hjemme igen ~ Home again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJiA7Wtf9SF4los7-Ll9tT5Qy586DVJhFEKXBc85ErCWTeQz-ktm30k65y295ZpEseY6qHmty8FhxcDyvAt2ekV-G6VvDLdA-BtsRGywDw3WWlcV8veTKNEC-6IMH6lEvngWK9tiHSy9N7ZMIzMGznyUH6J1pONCJFZnixfBg01izc-KCymVYAYsyPq4T/s1920/2a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJiA7Wtf9SF4los7-Ll9tT5Qy586DVJhFEKXBc85ErCWTeQz-ktm30k65y295ZpEseY6qHmty8FhxcDyvAt2ekV-G6VvDLdA-BtsRGywDw3WWlcV8veTKNEC-6IMH6lEvngWK9tiHSy9N7ZMIzMGznyUH6J1pONCJFZnixfBg01izc-KCymVYAYsyPq4T/w640-h360/2a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://www.dr.dk/nyheder/viden/teknologi/dansk-rumfartshistorie-foelg-med-direkte-naar-andreas-mogensen-vender-hjem" target="_blank">Kilde</a></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-23509994899543148292024-03-11T18:54:00.000+01:002024-03-11T18:54:00.139+01:00Poetry Monday :: Distancing<i>Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by <b><a href="https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Diane at On the Border</a></b>.
But from Monday, </i><i><i>January 8, 2024, <b><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Messymimi</a></b>
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her</i></i><i><i><i><i>, as she's taking a break due to
health issues.</i></i> We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.
<br /></i><br />Today is</i> <i></i><b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Distancing</span></b><i> - at least in my place it is now 4 years since Corona close down. </i><br /><br /><i>And once again even if this was my own prompt, I had a hard time writing anything. I ended up writing a very moralistic, harsh and angry poem. I was not proud of it, and pre-scheduled my post to one minute before midnight - giving myself time to find a more gentle approach. This obviously did the trick. This is a much more positive approach on the same thoughts. <br /><br />I still hope to find a nicer version of myself in the coming Sprin-y, sunshiny days. Winter has really had it out for me this year!</i><br /><br /><b>Close-down 2020 and today?</b><br /><br />Together at a distance. <br />We needed assistance<br />We fought with consistence<br />And we gave resistance<br /> To the bugs. <br /><br />Could we do the same - <br />With distance and shame - <br />To drinking and game<br />To crime and to blame<br /> And the drugs?<br /><br /> - - - - -<br /><br /><i>Next Monday:</i> <b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Meaning</span></b><br /><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-13739807924538830702024-03-10T13:30:00.005+01:002024-03-12T15:47:18.037+01:00Søndagsbillede :: Sunday SelectionThe colour of March, Olive green, is found in these catkins:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiea7jhC8hdGqh3lXqA8pAOn6Qif0mrCojMyodQ7DnJdkUv8DitjKuyuEsf4VFArhR_Am7yPEHk0o9boJ1mjEtohUo1wgXB45zd2Nin7qb01eniJExEkobdaBGB4cz0i59XgY5nyXNZN8UCciwy-k42czPN9-pvlzIu27_pPrE1FOkctmLVwoC4l7JhnqZ3/s1600/Rakler.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiea7jhC8hdGqh3lXqA8pAOn6Qif0mrCojMyodQ7DnJdkUv8DitjKuyuEsf4VFArhR_Am7yPEHk0o9boJ1mjEtohUo1wgXB45zd2Nin7qb01eniJExEkobdaBGB4cz0i59XgY5nyXNZN8UCciwy-k42czPN9-pvlzIu27_pPrE1FOkctmLVwoC4l7JhnqZ3/w640-h480/Rakler.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;">Mats måneds farve, olivengrøn, kan findes i disse rakler. <br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVJSieD9_PELeHx5S2IEF-ECNkTxMg_slRKIIS58OPC_f81xfyyLW99k_U-OrYaiVZ7nBZkWZ5PiyptwBH4KELUN1oN5_oc9hgpm1i7yFT-0EtwW-UG4X6NOdZX5jg9i4lZztbJGY8IKxjpm2Qv9RWo_lOR95giggCkXLYSd1tnY9chxoxDB0hsBfoOYt/s363/03-March-OliveGreen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="363" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVJSieD9_PELeHx5S2IEF-ECNkTxMg_slRKIIS58OPC_f81xfyyLW99k_U-OrYaiVZ7nBZkWZ5PiyptwBH4KELUN1oN5_oc9hgpm1i7yFT-0EtwW-UG4X6NOdZX5jg9i4lZztbJGY8IKxjpm2Qv9RWo_lOR95giggCkXLYSd1tnY9chxoxDB0hsBfoOYt/s320/03-March-OliveGreen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Notice I changed the name from Olive yellow to Olive green. <br />Jeg fik ændret navnet fra olivengul til olivengrøn<br /></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-56116505280914267532024-03-06T13:42:00.154+01:002024-03-06T22:33:09.286+01:00Words for Wednesday March 6 & IWSG<i>This challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with <a href="https://myjustsostory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>Elephant's Child</b></a> as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.<br /><br />The
general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories,
subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
<br />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.
<br />
<br /> It is also a challenge, where the old saying</i> "<span style="font-family: Unkempt;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>The more the merrier</b></i>" </span></span><i>holds true. </i><br /><br />So <b>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. <br /><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>-- 🌊 --</b><br /></div><i>The Words for the Wednesdays in Mach are provided by </i><b><a href="https://river-driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com/2024/03/words-for-wednesday.html" target="_blank">River</a></b>, <i>who has decided to use fewer words in the hope that more people might be tempted to join us.</i><br /><br />1. poised <br />2. reef <br />3. crashing <br />4. bridge <br />5. wrecked <br />6. turquoise <br />7. glitter<br /><i><br />As usual I wrote a small piece of Susan's story, as usual I used the words in the order they were given, as usual the story is too short, and as usual it is a continuation of last <a href="http://krydderuglen.blogspot.com/2024/02/words-for-wednesday-february-28.html" target="_blank">Wednesday</a>'s story. </i><br /><br /><br />The Green team was gathered in their school room and Thora was poised on the edge of a chair. Now Susan knew that a spell held her suspended, and was not afraid that she was going to topple like that frst day. <br />Thora spoke: "A part of our magical creatures of the sea here are in danger. We had counted on the reef to keep out the worst of the winter storms, but some of it seems to have given way under the crashing waves. <br />This forms so to say a bridge from the sheltered waters of the inlet out into the open sea."<br />She turned to the wall and pictures rose as she spoke on: "When the reef was wrecked, some of the sea horses and riverbeasts escaped." Pictures of both arose from her hands. The sea horses looking just like the statues Susan had seen in Rome, horses in front and aquatic beasts behind. The riverbeasts looked like a cross between an armadillo and a hippopotamus, but with turquoise bellies and glittering scales. They were pretty, half as big as a sea horse, and Susan could not help calling for them in her mind. <br />Thora sent her a sharp look and Susan concentrated on the pictures from Thora's hands and listened to her words. <br />"We'll have to go out there in the cold today. We'll work in shifts, short ones, so that none of you overstretches your snow magic. We'll split up too, Gilvi, ML and Jon will be tackling the Seahorses, while we are to catch the shy Riverbeasts." <br />She let the picture of the Sea horse fade while the riverbeast grew larger and more distinct. "Riverbeasts are likeable creatures, but totally unused to human beings. They are shy and fast moving. The best way to make them follow you is to call them to you." She looked at Susan once again. "This is our special ability as green magicians, the ability to call creatures to us, as well you know. But you also need their Name, and in Icelandic Riverbeast is Árdýr!" <br /><br /> - - - - - - <br /><br /><i>Today is also the first Wednesday of the month. Time for the monthly Question from the Insecure Writers' Support Group</i> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAoJ4Gq7c4ye_8RrP6kOHTvE-BqYxLKIMh4R3iEdDp6YddM4uLLi5htfNmuoLvXh5EOXhuDO6ouw4tpBAAuOjH4O4ioFVpWZTGkPi5AlWYz4ywJTc7rFbKgx5762n-N0Cah9FQr2wXSTRdvDOzV7YYYcO4mMpbRi2SzV7NsJqc9m2yhNa9ljbZJLS4g/w200-h197/Insecure%20Writers%20Support%20Group%20Badge.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><b>March 6th question</b>: Have you "played" with AI to write those nasty synopses, or do you refuse to go that route? How do you feel about AI's impact on creative writing?<br /><b><br />My answer</b>: I tried AI for both synopses (which I btw. do not find nasty), structuring of a text, and I even asked it to write one of my Words for Wednesday posts for me. <br />I asked: <i>Write me a story about some students of magic. You'll have to use these words: Rusk, Spindrift, Troubadour, Killick, Mantra, Tuckamore, Whirlpool, Catamaran</i>.<br /><br />Down below you can read the result, and <b><a href="https://krydderuglen.blogspot.com/2023/12/words-for-wednesday-december-27.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></b> is a link to the story I wrote, as I was not satisfied with the AI's story al all. <br />I find the AI's story generic, two-dimensional, and sterile. I get no kick whatsoever from reading it. <br />The AI did even not perform as requested, as it did not use all the Words. <br /><br />For these reasons I think AI is not a substitute for creative writing, for translations or for any other art form concerning languages for a long time to come. <br />But for structuring a PowerPoint show, a text, or a lecture, and any such "non-creative creative tasks" AI can be quite helpful. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">- - - - - ? 💻 +💡? - - - - -</span><br /></div><div><br /><b>A story about students of magic - According to an <a href="https://gemini.google.com/app" target="_blank">AI</a></b>.<br /><br />Once upon a time, there were three magic students called Anna, Ben and Clara. They were all friends and went to the same school of magic. One day they went on a boat trip out to sea when they suddenly saw something mysterious in the water. It was a large piece of spindrift that looked like a small island. <br /> Anna, Ben and Clara were curious to see what it was, so they rowed their boat to it. When they got close, they saw that there was a troubadour sitting on top of the sea foam. The troubadour was an old man with long white hair and a long white beard. He was dressed in a colourful suit and he was playing a guitar. <br /> Anna, Ben and Clara got out of their boat and walked up to the troubadour. They said hello to him and he smiled at them.<br /> "Hello," he said. "What can I do for you?"<br /> "We were just curious to see what you were," Anna said.<br /> "I'm a troubadour," the man said. "I travel around and sing for people."<br /> "It's a beautiful place you've chosen to live," Ben said.<br /> "Yes, it is," said the troubadour. "I like the peace and quiet here."<br /> "Can we hear you sing?" Clara asked.<br /> "Of course," said the troubadour.<br /> He picked up his guitar and started playing. He sang a song about a young man travelling to find the love of his life. His voice was soft and melodic and his song was beautiful.<br /> Anna, Ben and Clara listened with their mouths open. They were enthralled by the troubadour's singing. When he finished, they applauded.<br /> "That was a beautiful song," Anna said.<br /> "Thank you," said the troubadour. "I'm glad you liked it."<br /> "Can you teach us how to play the guitar?" Ben asked.<br /> "Of course," said the troubadour. "I'd love to teach you."<br /> The troubadour taught Anna, Ben and Clara how to play the guitar. They practised for hours and soon they could play simple melodies.<br /> One day, while they were practising, something strange happened. A whirlpool appeared in the water next to them. The vortex was so strong that it started to suck their boat in.<br /> "Help!" Anna shouted.<br /> The troubadour grabbed their boat and started rowing towards shore. But it was too late. The whirlpool was too strong. It sucked their boat in and carried it out to sea.<br /> Anna, Ben and Clara were scared. They didn't know what to do. But then they remembered what the minstrel had taught them. They began to sing the song he had sung to them.<br /> "A young man travelled to find the love of his life," they sang. "He travelled far and wide, but he never found her."<br /> As they sang, the whirlpool began to fade. It got weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared completely.<br /> Anna, Ben and Clara were happy. They were happy that they had been rescued and they were happy that they had learnt to play the guitar.<br /> They said goodbye to the troubadour and rowed their boat back to shore. They were now better magical students and they had a new friend.</div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-58964363217660632192024-03-05T09:22:00.004+01:002024-03-05T12:43:20.446+01:00Opmuntring :: Encouragement<p style="text-align: center;"> We all need this - det har vi alle brug for.<br /><br />Look how beautiful and wet! my place looks after yet another Spring shower.<br />Se hvor smukt og vådt her er efter endnu en forårsbyge.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBa6mbDiAdn-Lca4XFojN-sqVjtdQ14yzJVv1Hu0J7Ky98yi_cCobJXRUVQontIC3JjwGeW3bddXml2AScF0WZF3WMJUGkIyjxsgnbgGJjWFKgjQUARanFWdXdXhO3K4j-r58_-otTqnN0tkORaq3_89KG8AgHtu1h4rnSyFn5H1FTPoKykMIJXLKIuXXS/s1600/WET!.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBa6mbDiAdn-Lca4XFojN-sqVjtdQ14yzJVv1Hu0J7Ky98yi_cCobJXRUVQontIC3JjwGeW3bddXml2AScF0WZF3WMJUGkIyjxsgnbgGJjWFKgjQUARanFWdXdXhO3K4j-r58_-otTqnN0tkORaq3_89KG8AgHtu1h4rnSyFn5H1FTPoKykMIJXLKIuXXS/w640-h480/WET%21.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is mostly for EC - I hope you're reading - We miss you too! <br />But everybody is welcome to savour the cool, clear sunshine. <br /></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-52504356719785527282024-03-04T10:00:00.004+01:002024-03-04T10:00:50.877+01:00Poetry Monday :: Swan Lake<i>Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by <b><a href="https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Diane at On the Border</a></b>.
But from Monday, </i><i><i>January 8, 2024, <b><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Messymimi</a></b>
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her</i></i><i><i><i><i>, as she's taking a break due to
health issues.</i></i> We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.
<br /></i><br />Today is</i> <i> </i><b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Swan Lake</span></b><i> - at the anniversary of the premiere of the ballet.</i><br /><br /><i>So even if this was my own prompt, I had a hard time writing anything. Then I was awakened very early this morning by sons leaving for school and garbage collectors. I proceeded to write two fine verses in my head and repeated them several times to commit them to memory, which usually works, and then I fell asleep again. Only to wake up and realize I had forgotten the verses! apart from the first two lines. <br /><br />I had to start over. These verses are not as good as the morning ones, but more honest. </i><br /><br />The Swan Lake in my youth I saw<br />With nimble dancers in tutus.<br />I studied hard and read for long<br />How can they dance just like a song<br /> For sure it is not easy<br /><br />I stretched and bend and did pliés <br />And limbering and 1-2-3s.<br />I studied books, I watched TV<br />A ballet dancer I would be<br /> For sure it was not easy<br /><br />I danced for hours every day<br />For ballet shoes my mom I'd pray.<br />But then I read of broken bones<br />Of bleeding toes, of resting homes<br /> For dancers around forty<br /><br />To the pliés I bid adieu <br />To limbering and 1-2-3s<br />I loved to run and climb and prance<br />That was incompatible with dance. <br /> I'd like to run at forty<br /><br />Now I watch ballets on TV<br />Again do limbering and the pliés<br />To keep myself from growing stale<br />This is the end of my ballet tale<br /> I'd love to run at sixty. <br /><br /> - - - - - <br /><br /><i>Next Monday's prompt: </i><b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Distancing</span></b><i> (remembering the Corona closing down of 2020 - or whatever touches your mind.)</i><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]-->Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-24587794283519526742024-03-01T16:53:00.001+01:002024-03-01T18:34:35.442+01:00Fredagsfrustration ~ Blogger!<div> Blogger er i gang igen. Det seneste døgn har jeg befriet fem kommentarer fra spam-fængselet - deriblandt en af mine egne, og flere der var uger gamle. <br /> Blogger? tror du virkelig at jeg spammer min egen blog? Eller at folk der har kommenteret her i årevis pludselig er spammere? Eller at jeg bare lader spamkommentarer stå i ugevis ... nej vel? <br /> Det sker naturligvis ikke. Så Blogger, bare stop!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> - - - - - ✅ - - - - - <br /></div><div><br />Blogger is at it again. In the last 24 hours, I've freed five comments from spam jail - including one of my own and a couple from weeks ago.<br /><br />Blogger? Do you really think I'm spamming my own blog? Or that people who have been commenting here for years are suddenly spammers? Or that I leave spam comments for weeks on end... no, really? <br /><br />Of course I don't. So Blogger, just stop!<br /></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-5683610653705697162024-03-01T11:53:00.005+01:002024-03-01T11:53:58.912+01:00Tirsdagsstips på en fredag ~ SåningNår jeg sår frø, tager jeg et billede, og så tilføjer jeg tekster der, hvor jeg ikke lige havde en frøpose. <br />Dagens såning ser sådan her ud - det er også ved at være sidste udkald for at så artiskokker, chili og peberfrugter. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZwi_ilmXQk8Yv1hmTC8YOzfc_vOXjW8TFzyTTkhdQFRooO32GataAXSXaYMpJpUHcaRhzu-dP71vRYuYggVAw2WmG-1KPe2aoOIYiwyXX0fTBwYWq7PHKAUMaBPv2qE7vxdLVq_-pUQhGffHKc_o3G6wx5T_iyKZ4ueT341k6n7b-cnZZ2Cudl-ywOSK/s3757/01-S%C3%A5ning-1-marts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2460" data-original-width="3757" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZwi_ilmXQk8Yv1hmTC8YOzfc_vOXjW8TFzyTTkhdQFRooO32GataAXSXaYMpJpUHcaRhzu-dP71vRYuYggVAw2WmG-1KPe2aoOIYiwyXX0fTBwYWq7PHKAUMaBPv2qE7vxdLVq_-pUQhGffHKc_o3G6wx5T_iyKZ4ueT341k6n7b-cnZZ2Cudl-ywOSK/w640-h420/01-S%C3%A5ning-1-marts.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>When I sow my seeds indoor, I snap a photo, and then add texts where I have no nice seed bags to place on the tray. <br /><br />Today's sowing looks like this. <br />The Photoshopped texts say: Lemon chilli ~ Artichoke no. 2 ~ Sweet red pepper. <br />And the home made seed "bags": Jalapeño ~ Valentines pepper 2015 - I wonder if they will germinate as they are quite old. <br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-82033275214882515572024-02-29T18:33:00.002+01:002024-03-01T12:14:35.973+01:00Colour24 ~ MarchThe colour of March is Olive yellow.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrg4oU3NXOzRbi9RyzCYSCfp_AIOQx8D6Z_fVETt0DnNIn3VBPrej0zDAREXF-HS73Zr27Fy57BWjpZZwYV3g0ihs6AAOIR4qZ88gxOQ4CrGTI6Or_AiscVtByeKh0JQJ15H9jl-P6EYWgjptG2wyLaSxj990IuscGlsmV64NqLDC2kDSgLM1FyMVh-xY/s363/03-March-OliveYellow.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="363" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrg4oU3NXOzRbi9RyzCYSCfp_AIOQx8D6Z_fVETt0DnNIn3VBPrej0zDAREXF-HS73Zr27Fy57BWjpZZwYV3g0ihs6AAOIR4qZ88gxOQ4CrGTI6Or_AiscVtByeKh0JQJ15H9jl-P6EYWgjptG2wyLaSxj990IuscGlsmV64NqLDC2kDSgLM1FyMVh-xY/s320/03-March-OliveYellow.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div>River said she saw this colour as Olive green. I agree so after a bit of photoshopping I present: <br />Olive green!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTGPGjvhRK18CwdHqPY-kd_fCw3JyGUOx27q280ALLtaghFYjM6cbNSzmkXeqMyYcKQyxpXvJaeP6L8KfaSAQ8svf1wgPVNPNs3GvAIwYHA4mX3lrNX5OR3qZTfTOHRR5_p-6FrrfVxZKV117tir-pqXpRAZsAMAuKGcB8asqYNf0h_9j5t5fchd6J4Bp/s363/03-March-OliveGreen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="363" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTGPGjvhRK18CwdHqPY-kd_fCw3JyGUOx27q280ALLtaghFYjM6cbNSzmkXeqMyYcKQyxpXvJaeP6L8KfaSAQ8svf1wgPVNPNs3GvAIwYHA4mX3lrNX5OR3qZTfTOHRR5_p-6FrrfVxZKV117tir-pqXpRAZsAMAuKGcB8asqYNf0h_9j5t5fchd6J4Bp/s320/03-March-OliveGreen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-20839482892510849232024-02-28T23:06:00.002+01:002024-02-29T08:39:54.190+01:00Words for Wednesday ~ February 28<div><i>This challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with <a href="https://myjustsostory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>Elephant's Child</b></a> as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.<br /><br />The
general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories,
subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
<br />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.
<br />
<br /> It is also a challenge, where the old saying</i> "<span style="font-family: Unkempt;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>The more the merrier</b></i>" </span></span><i>holds true. </i><br /><br />So <b>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. <br /><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>-- 🫖 --</b><br /></div><div><br /><i>The prompts for this last Wednesday in February are provided by <b>Lissa</b>, and made public at</i> <a href="https://postcardsfromthebookstore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">her blog</a>.<br /><br /><i>For today we had these words:<br /></i>Tomorrow<br />Coffee<br />Direction<br />Echo<br />Sunshine<br /><br /><i>I continue from <a href="https://krydderuglen.blogspot.com/2024/02/words-for-wednesday-february-14th.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>. Initially I would have written more about the Sunday breakfast - as more people asked about it - but I ran out of steam on my way there. </i><br /><br />"Live like there's no tomorrow ..." Susan read aloud as she cut off the thread from Heidi's sweater, "... That sounds like a very bad plan, I think. Why are those magazines always so ... contradictory or watyamacallit? Diets and then four pages further on they have tempting recipes for cakes and pies. Strange one-liners like that one and an article on planning your summer holidays with no stress. I do not really get it."<br /><br />"Neither do I," Heidi said, "but I get one thing. I can smell mom's coffee so breakfast will be ready very soon. Are you done with the sweater?"<br />"Yes, I'm done," Susan answered, holding up the sweater. "The mending is almost invisible, and after a wash it will be."<br /> "Fabulous! Thanks a load!" Heidi said and pulled on the sweater. "If you never make it as a witch, you can open a mend and repair-shop." <br />Susan was about to become mad, but then she looked at Heidi's face, and realized that Heidi actually meant what she said and was not teasing. Before she could find an answer, Sandra called from downstairs, and the two apprentice witches set off direction kitchen. <br />They met Tage and Lis at the stairs, still sleepy eyed, but more than ready for one of their mom's Sunday breakfasts. <br /><br />The kitchen was filled with delicious smells, coffee, waffles, scrambled eggs, home-made buns, jams and honey all vied for their attention. <br /><br />They ate until they could not eat any more, and then the kitchen echoed with their thanks and praises, as the four apprentices ran out into the frosty sunshine on their way to lessons at the Unicorn Farm. <br /></div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-39808410077284152942024-02-26T23:10:00.002+01:002024-02-27T09:34:53.814+01:00Poetry Monday :: Ants :: Updated and now with Poem<i>Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by <b><a href="https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Diane at On the Border</a></b>.
But from Monday, </i><i><i>January 8, 2024, <b><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Messymimi</a></b>
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her</i></i><i><i><i><i>, as she's taking a break due to
health issues.</i></i> We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi is supplying for February, and so on until Diane returns.
<br />Here's the March prompts:</i></i><br /><br />March 4: Swan Lake (or one of the words)<br />March 11: Distancing<br />March 18: Meaning<br />March 25: Happy News<br /><br /><i>Today's topic is</i> <b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Ants</span></b> - <i>now what? Nothing ... or at best a stretchy connection and I think an incoherent post - please bear with me. More to follow I hope. . <br /><br />Today I biked through the woods once more. I heard the blue tits singing their spring songs, I heard the woodpeckers busy at work and the geese honking from above. I saw the buds on many shrubs, the sprouting plants and the blue skies behind naked trees. I noticed the catkins from hazel and alder and decided to pick some on my way home to test for plant dyeing. I saw the brook with lots of busy and noisy water. I also met several people there - all absorbed in conversation - not with someone at their side, but via mobile devices. I wondered. Are people ever really alone any more? Do they ever notice the peace of the woods? Do they even see where they go? <br /><br /></i><b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Ants</span></b><i> are social insects - but I think people are not, not all the time at least. <br /></i><br /><i><span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">Forest bathing is a new fad</span></span>, but I think I have been practising this since my youth - and this reminded me of a poem I wrote back then. Let me see if I can get a translation made - but it won't happen today, as I'm too tired.<br /><br />This is - not a translation precisely, because the same words do not rhyme in diferent languages - but a re-do of a poem I wrote when I was 14 years old. <br /></i><br />When people are stupid <br />and parents are bad<br />when siblings are teasing<br />when I get all mad<br />I jump on my bike<br />I go for a hike<br />I sit by a pond<br />I look at a frond.<br />I find my quiet in the forest.<br /><br />I look at the birds and<br />I hear their crows<br />I stare at the duckweed<br />Like silver it glows<br />I sit by my pond<br />I look at a frond<br />Then after a while<br />Get back to my bike<br />I find my peace in the forest. <br /><br />- - - - - <br /><br /><i>Next Monday: </i><span style="font-family: Unkempt;"><b>Swan Lake </b></span><i>(or one of the words)<br /></i><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-91145007026030274182024-02-24T20:43:00.005+01:002024-02-24T23:04:47.706+01:00The Joys and Toils of a Week of Biking ~ Thankful<div>After my surgery my health has improved. I really did not think that I would be able ever go biking again, but I tried ... <br /></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Friday 16, i went for a small, easy ride, 1½ milometers out and then back again. It was not that hard, and even though I rode a glorious 80 kilometres in all of 2023 my speed was in the better half. I was happy. <br /> ◦ Thankful that riding my bike once again feels doable, even good!<br /><br /></li><li>Saturday 17, I rode the same trip, only making it a bit longer. On my way I had to stop three times. <br /> The first time I saw some strange cows in a field, I looked again and realized that it was not cows. It was a herd of red deer on their way to their resting place, they slowly ambled along the fence, coming from the woods and disappearing over a small hill. There was a lot of them. <br /> Riding back I saw some highland cattle silhouetted by the very blue skies, almost glowing golden in the rays of the setting sun. <br /> On the last stretch homewards - into the sun like a poor, lonesome cowboy - I heard wings overhead, stopped and looked up to see four swans flying low towards the east. <br /> ◦ Thankful for the beauty around me. <br /><br /></li><li>Monday 19, I rode to town, a nice and quiet ride on small byways and through the woods. All in all almost 6 kilometres, slower, but then again biking through the woods on the gravelled roads is always slower. <br /> When I came out from my errands it had been raining, and I remembered the bad thing about my bike. The saddle! It is over 20 years old, and the plastic is no more in one piece - it soaks up the rain, only to release it when I sit upon it. I went to the bike shop and brought home a new saddle - not a luxury, I think. Then I and the bike made our way home by bus, The bike rides along for free when you pay. <br /> ◦ Thankful for professional bike shop people and buses. <br /><br /></li><li>Tuesday 20 was the day of the obstacle race. I left home in time, only just. But our quiet byways were not quiet today. The water company has dug holes since last autumn and works there from time to time, but today was the day. Tubes were rolled out, cars and lorries were parked haphazardly here and there. I carefully wound my way through, thinking: I can still make it on time. <br /> Into the woods, a turn and then onto the first hill. At the foot of the hill was an elderly man with a dog on a leash - one of those retractable ones, rolled all the way out. I rang my bell, but nothing happened, I slowed down, rang the bell once more, and the dog ran to the left, blocking the road. I had to stop, and finally the man rolled in the leash, letting me pass - and start up a steep hill from zero. I looked at the cyclocomputer (basic one) If I hurried, I could still make it in time, so I sped onwards. <br /> Next hill in sight and two giggling girls with a dog on a retractable leash - same thing as on that first hill repeated! <br /> I left the woods, now sweaty and a bit late. As I reached the trains crossing the bell sounded and the barriers went down! Now I was sure to be quite late.<br /> The home stretch was a path through houses and along a park with a small hill, and of course yet a deaf gentleman walking his dog. I arrived at the PE appointment more than five minutes late, drenched and out of breath. <br /> After the appointment I drank all the water in my bottle and ate some biscuits. Then I went shopping, piling all the heavy stuff in the saddle bags - after all I was going home by bus, just like yesterday. Shopping almost done -- last shop -- a long line of schoolchildren buying one soda-pop and one bag of candy or a bun each. It took forever, and through the shop window I saw the back end of the bus I had planned to catch. Well, today is a workday, thankfully, there's a new bus in half an hour. I went shopping for some small items I had decided to postpone. The lines were short, but -- you guessed it -- the cashier was inept, people complained ... and I raced to the bus stop, only to once again see the back end of the bus going over the hill. <br /> I then packed everything nicely in the saddlebags and pedalled home. In all a bit shy of 17 milometers. I was sore all over when I got up from a late lunch. <br /> ◦ Thankful for forgiving trainers and that I could bike all the way after all!<br /><br /></li><li>Wednesday we put on the new saddle, and I only went for a short test ride. Thursday I did not go for a bike ride either, not because I was sore, but lots of other things just happened. <br /> ◦ Thankful for the always supportive Writer and a family keeping me busy. <br /><br /></li><li>Friday I had a dentist's appointment in another town all of five kilometres away. The bus ride there is of the "take a short ride and wait"-variety lasting an hour - I can walk there faster for Heaven's sake. So despite the tail of Rolf the storm still sweeping over the land, I pulled out the bike and according to the cyclocomputer covered the 5,7 km in 21,43 minutes. Not half bad with a storm, not against, but not behind either. <br /> I took the slow bus ride home, because the rain had started, and I did not fancy a ride mostly into the storm with lashing rain too. <br /> ◦ Thankful for a good dentist and buses where I can bring my bike. </li></ul><br />I am as always logging distance and time and I hope to improve in the coming months. Already I have more than half of last years distance behind me 😃Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-12203451781373989692024-02-24T08:14:00.001+01:002024-02-24T08:15:18.997+01:00Siblings?Rachel of <a href="https://hamlette.blogspot.com/2024/02/we-love-sibling-stories-week-kickoff.html">Hamlette's Soliloquy</a> is hosting a sibling stories week. She kicked it off with these 7 questions. <br /><div> </div><div><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>1. Do you have any siblings?</b></span> - I have a younger sister. We are not very like one another at all.<br /></div><div> </div><div><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">2. Who are some of your favorite fictional sibling groups?</span></b> - The Melendy family. The Pevensies, The children of Bullerbyn.<br /></div><div> </div><div><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">3. Are there any fictional families you wish you could belong to yourself?</span></b> - The Melendy family.<br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>4. Have you ever read a book that reminded you of your own family?</b></span> - Yes one -- unfortunately it was long ago, and I do not recall the name of it. <br /></div><div> </div><div><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">5. What fictional sibling would you NOT want for your own sibling?</span></b> - Any of the elder siblings in tales like Cinderella, The Miller's Three sons and the likes. <br /></div><div> </div><div><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">6. Are you more drawn to stories about brothers or sisters?</span></b> - Neither, I prefer mixed sibling groups. And even "extended sibling groups" involving cousins, nieces, nephews and friends as well. <br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>7. What makes a story involving siblings interesting to you?</b></span> - If they are nice to one another and experience adventures together that they could not have doen as single persons.</div>Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-29208570280639331692024-02-23T10:03:00.002+01:002024-02-23T10:03:25.308+01:00Fredagsfrustrationer - Alt sammen det sammeEr nogen stadig i tvivl om at varer i de forskellige butikskæder bare er den samme vare hældt i forskellig emballager og til forskellige priser? <br /><br />Hvis ja, så læs her: <b><a href="https://foedevarestyrelsen.dk/nyheder/tilbagekaldte-foedevarer/2024/feb/metalsplinter-i-chokolade-cookies" target="_blank">Fødevarestyrelsen - Risiko for metalsplinter i chokoladecookies</a></b><br /><br />Hele tilbagekaldelsen ligger som skærmdump på min "<b><a href="https://uglegylpet.blogspot.com/2024/02/alt-sammen-det-samme.html">brokke-blog</a></b>", men den vigtige del er her: <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXVkq-dRH6pzZKO9OuF6VlLjPFr0dFkY-iNfzmu8Hbim6G6R2WKN64_WQcIUsXHdHI7rqaS3prizDFVPy4IGxUEM3vBe6LxZKBe301dEoAUfMOc3QwTME0WFkYeFEXRSBk65UUjWAbvHnLt6BQVNJwmry5XuLGvq9z8Lc1RnugHF85xBRyoboQzFenhF_/s690/Cookies-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="690" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXVkq-dRH6pzZKO9OuF6VlLjPFr0dFkY-iNfzmu8Hbim6G6R2WKN64_WQcIUsXHdHI7rqaS3prizDFVPy4IGxUEM3vBe6LxZKBe301dEoAUfMOc3QwTME0WFkYeFEXRSBk65UUjWAbvHnLt6BQVNJwmry5XuLGvq9z8Lc1RnugHF85xBRyoboQzFenhF_/w640-h254/Cookies-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>In English. </b></span><br />Small metal splinters have been found in cookies from one cookie factory. This leads to practically all supermarket chains in Denmark, and some small "independent" shops too, calling back their chocolate chip cookies. <br /><br />Can we doubt any more that all produce are the same - just having different labels and prices in the different brands? <br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-38006664636506167832024-02-19T22:15:00.004+01:002024-02-26T20:39:33.894+01:00Poetry Monday :: Spice<i>Today's theme for Poetry Monday is </i><b><span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Spice</span></b>. <i><br /><br />Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by <b><a href="https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Diane at On the Border</a></b>.
But from Monday, </i><i><i>January 8, 2024, <b><a href="https://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Messymimi</a></b>
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her</i></i><i><i><i><i>, as she's taking a break due to
health issues.</i></i> We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi is supplying for February, and so on until Diane returns.
</i></i><br /><br /><br />Left to my own devices <br />I fill my food with spices<br />Some hot, some not<br />Some mild, some wild<br />Some growing on the farm,<br />and some in countries warm. <br /><br />For pizza slice<br />for dinners nice<br />we slice and dice<br />and add some spices<br /><br />A spice for rice<br />and one for ice<br />to be precise <br />I tried it thrice<br /><br />But best of all the spices<br />If you don't look at prices<br />Are those that grow<br />Row upon row<br />in two'ses and in thrices<br />In our paradises.<br /><br /> - - - - <br /><br /><i>Next Monday</i>: <span style="font-family: Unkempt;">Ants</span><br /><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-1650710090728178082024-02-18T23:02:00.002+01:002024-02-18T23:02:22.177+01:00Søndagsbilleder :: Sunday Selections :: Colour24<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISisAfXr977YQOHHL_yRSnNU0tT9ngGvo11ap0lxZHN3WEfCK4YM1Lf_lCVPlpmEjhZsQC7hW7vHAO4__fAS1rCrAI1zDq2j0oIkyxWn0jXBpIrzWTzuQ5dV4l9X_BVr3BN1eRhK3eRBAmiEvv-JJ1VuHrjbcExROsuu2sr68LoiH0VeHKiL47IcqetM4/s384/02-February-GraphiteGrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="384" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISisAfXr977YQOHHL_yRSnNU0tT9ngGvo11ap0lxZHN3WEfCK4YM1Lf_lCVPlpmEjhZsQC7hW7vHAO4__fAS1rCrAI1zDq2j0oIkyxWn0jXBpIrzWTzuQ5dV4l9X_BVr3BN1eRhK3eRBAmiEvv-JJ1VuHrjbcExROsuu2sr68LoiH0VeHKiL47IcqetM4/s320/02-February-GraphiteGrey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Our Graphite Black earth is bringing forth colour - and is a terrific backdrop. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRchOwaXPtFIk-9kFHZNeKxNlWX4wVKjrsNgHeoiQyoMMBPuNgKip09YwpDBYC8zX83S3nmGuDvJk7ijPcK6de4pNy47j1IQU4kITpdyVkw4OY0tgsl63AnipdAf_y2VS7bFAFKtwKL0LQ9i0GH8LzgV0AqedUd7oG_AaXYmw5DUhvM4Nrwl3aaUYF2vT/s1600/17-Krokus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRchOwaXPtFIk-9kFHZNeKxNlWX4wVKjrsNgHeoiQyoMMBPuNgKip09YwpDBYC8zX83S3nmGuDvJk7ijPcK6de4pNy47j1IQU4kITpdyVkw4OY0tgsl63AnipdAf_y2VS7bFAFKtwKL0LQ9i0GH8LzgV0AqedUd7oG_AaXYmw5DUhvM4Nrwl3aaUYF2vT/w640-h480/17-Krokus.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Lau2W-x6G3maId_QjQJ3RLeH_yiVzBQskokbOokXRUUWKzEYiiqiD3M7o9FjJM4EtMbExuDyrRKCh_YplunKj46zCmaqU6FwSoe6yCy8eBxXxI30W_hZHKRHpZLRopktR2TMjEpVEndrRpxE7GguQbIEihSMYlJPspWRl66EJZwEKLZkZ6Eyn5nL0wnH/s1600/17-Havesyre.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Lau2W-x6G3maId_QjQJ3RLeH_yiVzBQskokbOokXRUUWKzEYiiqiD3M7o9FjJM4EtMbExuDyrRKCh_YplunKj46zCmaqU6FwSoe6yCy8eBxXxI30W_hZHKRHpZLRopktR2TMjEpVEndrRpxE7GguQbIEihSMYlJPspWRl66EJZwEKLZkZ6Eyn5nL0wnH/w640-h480/17-Havesyre.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ngXk54NqKmmaAPMbRwIvVSyk3ozohS6Ed8tXO0xRujAabP0EYdDNH-ON0bt75dS66Vv-3Spvl5kpD4cvn06syrt3sQhK9aJzLLF1wwxk7vbGPW7-d7oKKQ1Ki4yZbRx6B4oerSU_YitK072YAUDzC9kMQ1kMUFTQT9zp-RE-MX_ek5fr_QWu0cLG_KNm/s1600/17-R%C3%B8ceG%C3%A6slinger.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ngXk54NqKmmaAPMbRwIvVSyk3ozohS6Ed8tXO0xRujAabP0EYdDNH-ON0bt75dS66Vv-3Spvl5kpD4cvn06syrt3sQhK9aJzLLF1wwxk7vbGPW7-d7oKKQ1Ki4yZbRx6B4oerSU_YitK072YAUDzC9kMQ1kMUFTQT9zp-RE-MX_ek5fr_QWu0cLG_KNm/w480-h640/17-R%C3%B8ceG%C3%A6slinger.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-25022684888648524752024-02-17T10:46:00.008+01:002024-02-17T22:54:51.253+01:00Words for Wednesday :: February 14th<i>Uh-oh, I'm terribly late, but today the sun is shining, Yippie, and I feel better than the meh! I've been feeling lately from the cold. I had my yummy tea and breakfast, and woo, writing happened. <br /><br />Now I already used all of the Words given us by <b><a href="https://postcardsfromthebookstore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lissa</a></b> which are:</i> <br />1. meh<br />2. woo<br />3. yum<br />4. uh-oh<br />5. yippee<br /><br /><i>But I won't cheat you out of the story I actually wrote for today. A long time ago - back in March 2019 - I began writing of a weekend filled with <b><a href="http://krydderuglen.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-prompts-for-march-are-provided-by.html" target="_blank">Snow Magic</a></b> (or you can read the whole chapter <b><a href="https://the-unicornfarm.blogspot.com/p/snow-magic.html" target="_blank">here</a></b>). That is, all I ever got to write was Friday evening and most of Saturday. The beginning of Sunday is here, and I hope for more to come. As I've said a few times before -- maybe a hundred or thereabout -- I'm good at beginning, but no as good with endings. Here's to hoping. </i><br /><br />Susan woke up in the semi dark even before the alarm clock rang with a happy feeling. Today was Sunday, she was at the Magician's house at Unicorn isle. The weather was still meh, but today she knew better than to agonize and worry over this, Tage and Lis would see them safely to the Unicorn farm via a teleport. Woo, they would not have to fight their way through the snowdrifts with the heavy sleet biting their cheeks. <br />Quickly she dressed in the cold, awakening Heidi in her bed near the window. "Morning, Susan," she whispered. <br />"Morning, Heidi," Susan whispered back. "What time is it?" <br />"Only half past seven," Heidi answered sleepily. "Time to dress an so on before mom's breakfast is ready." <br />"Yum," Susan said. "I love your mum's breakfast." <br />"It's even better on Sundays," Heidi replied, "just you wait and see." She rose and stretched and began dressing. Uh-oh," she exclaimed, There's a hole in my sweater. Old aunt Margit knit it for me, and I really like it. Bugger, Mom will be sad as well." <br />"If your Aunt Margit knit it for you, I'm sure she knew you," Susan said with a teasing smile, " ... and if, I'm sure there's a small ball of yarn somewhere for repairs." <br />"There is," Heidi admitted, it is in my sewing basket, but I'm not good at repairs."<br />"I am," Susan said. "Sewing, that is mostly repairing holes and zippers, are the only textile skills I'm good at. My knitting is terrible, and my crocheting worse. I drove my teacher and a class mate to despair trying to teach me granny squares. I ended up having woodworking with the boys! But I see the meaning in good repairs. Hand me the thread and a needle. I'll get it done before breakfast."<br />Yippie! You're a hero, Susan. Here, catch!" Heidi threw the sweater at Susan. <br /><br /><br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054101007440436187.post-82024593708160095142024-02-14T19:00:00.006+01:002024-02-14T19:04:00.131+01:00Askeonsdag ~ Ash WednesdayToday is Ash Wednesday, Pirate and I remain at home while the rest of the family is at church where they receive the ashes. We're having a cold, Pirate is on the mend, while I just woke up with it today. <br /><br />Normally you renounce, forsake some thing for lent, in years past I tried sweets or computer time. This year I'm more airy and repeat this piece of every day philosophy:<br /><br /><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;">Time is not time, an hour is not an hour. Think: Waiting for a
dentists' appointment ... that hour is interminable, sitting here
writing on the other hand it whizzes past. Picking apples, riding my
bike, playing or talking with my children, drawing, praying, or making jam, an
hour seems to be of the right length. <br /></div><br />This lent I'll concentrate on making more of what makes an hour last an hour.<br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMT2rehsy366tgPcNu3NEmSPN1nVpm2Kf_ZqXlbD5qlSyyzuIWP_NQhAtbk8ZgvCwPcFK4OA85ol-QRWuS1Shlqecz37w12LqFwOnck2weE5tNvrJfRY0Uz5CodktFfLMoesMFKoTvfKwTcQ9-Oq3vYD4upfPXva1rddvnxjUnbHqwVVe_5L3nE9ZR1atF/s320/KorsMedLillaKl%C3%A6de.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMT2rehsy366tgPcNu3NEmSPN1nVpm2Kf_ZqXlbD5qlSyyzuIWP_NQhAtbk8ZgvCwPcFK4OA85ol-QRWuS1Shlqecz37w12LqFwOnck2weE5tNvrJfRY0Uz5CodktFfLMoesMFKoTvfKwTcQ9-Oq3vYD4upfPXva1rddvnxjUnbHqwVVe_5L3nE9ZR1atF/s1600/KorsMedLillaKl%C3%A6de.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I dag er det askeonsdag, Piraten og jeg er blevet hjemme, mens resten af familien er i kirke og modtager askekorset. Vi er forkølede, Piraten er ved at komme sig, mens jeg lige er vågnet op med det i dag.<br /> Normalt giver man afkald på noget i fastetiden, tidligere år har jeg prøvet slik eller computertid. I år er jeg mere luftig og gentager dette stykke hverdagsfilosofi:<br /><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;">Tid er ikke tid, en time er ikke en time. Tænk lige efter: At vente på en tid hos tandlægen ... den time er uendelig, mens når jeg sidder her og skriver, flyver den afsted. Når jeg plukker æbler, cykler, leger eller taler med mine børn, tegner, beder eller laver marmelade, virker en time til at have den rette længde.<br /></div><br />I fasten i år vil jeg koncentrere mig om at gøre mere af det, der får en time til at have sin rette længde.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sgs_RmvL_9I0G47byacStOQ2UFEm8JDqMHjhQMofwzF3nITnttsxH3s9FDyJXIbr_kA689lBdEB83fbm6owqRlAufTXz42byg59nQeVKEVnQqq2gRVPkGuzcXEO705anaeqUF7pSS81tFgqs0LxQ-EeopJf0sbRlc4NFx3E2qFSeaUUTT_Yz3nQXsNaQ/s221/askekors.bmp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="221" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sgs_RmvL_9I0G47byacStOQ2UFEm8JDqMHjhQMofwzF3nITnttsxH3s9FDyJXIbr_kA689lBdEB83fbm6owqRlAufTXz42byg59nQeVKEVnQqq2gRVPkGuzcXEO705anaeqUF7pSS81tFgqs0LxQ-EeopJf0sbRlc4NFx3E2qFSeaUUTT_Yz3nQXsNaQ/s1600/askekors.bmp" width="221" /></a></div>PS: <br />Words for Wednesday to come, maybe tomorrow. <br />Charlotte (MotherOwl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059356989361649639noreply@blogger.com6