Tirsdagstaknemmelighed

Thankful Tuesday

Birketræerne taber deres rakler allerede. Det betyder snart ikke mere birkepollen. Atjuu-uuraaa!

The birch trees are already beginning to drop their catkins, spelling the end of pollen season Achoo-ooraay!

Also, back to my normal Wordle words, I get my usual 4 guesses solves:
Wordle 1.781 4/6
⬜⬜⬜🟨⬜
🟨⬜⬜🟨⬜
⬜⬜⬜🟩⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

The Danish Wordle. I do worse in Danish!
Wørdle #1.578 5/6
⬛🟦⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟦⬛⬛⬛
🟦⬛⬛⬛🟦
🟩🟦⬛🟩⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Og dagens bonus-skønhed ~ And today's bonus-beauty

Kvæde ~ Quince

Vintergækker & erantis Early Spring Flowers - No Poetry

I søndags var verden stadig snedækket, og den store drive ovenpå vores kloakrist var stadig stor, Mandag var verden stadig stivfrossen, men der var noget ude på terrassen ...

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Sunday the world around me was still covered in snow, and the big drift on top of the storm drain was not visibly smaller.
Monday the world was still frozen, the drift a wee bit smaller, but outside in a dry spot something grew ...

Støvregn og tusmørke hele dagen er ikke godt for billedkvaliteten, men jeg tror vi alle sammen genkender erantis og vintergækker på dette billede!

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Murky weather makes for unclear photos, but these are snowdrops and eranthis, the archetypical Danish early spring flowers.

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Og så glemte jeg at trykke på udgiv.

Der kommer ikke noget mandagsdigt i denne omgang, jeg havde travlt og var til møde, og Doughnut inspirerede mig bare slet ikke.

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And I forgot hitting "Publish" sorry.

There'll be no Poetry for this Monday. I was busy and just returend home from a meeting. And Doughnut  did not inspire me.



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

Feb 23 Doughnut (today)
Mar 2 Breakfast in Bed
Mar 9 Meeting a Friend
Mar 16 Obsidian
Mar 23 Croissant
Mar 30 The Moon Tonight
Apr 6 Passover
Apr 13 Fabulous

Jeg elsker sne og frost! ~ I love Snow and Frost!

Så her er nogle billeder fra mit lille hjørne af verden i snevejr.

Here are some photos from my snow-covered corner of the world.

Springvand inde i byen, nu slukket i frosten. Ja, jeg er ude på isen.
Normally water-spouting from in the pond in town. And yes I stand on the ice in the pond.

Udsigt fra frøen. Den mørke streg til venstre er en herlig glidebane, nogen har lavet. Den var meget glat og sjov!
View from the frog. The dark "lane" to the left is a slide somebody made. I tried it, it was very slippery, and fun!
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Ugleboets have med nyfalden sne - rent eventyr
The Owlery with newfallen snow. Pure delight.

Hønsehus i sne. Sneen på redekassen isolerer og holde hønsene varme.
Chicken coop in the snow. The snow is isolating, and helping to keep the chicken warm.

Det havde været nogen inde i hønsehuset tidligt om morgenen, nork en solsort, der spiste det sidste af gårsdagens æbler.

Somebody had been inside the chicken coop in the early morning hours. My guess is a blackbird, finishing off yesterday's apples.

Min udsigt, da jeg sfod op. Der har gået nogen på terrasen. Jeg fulgte spoerne, for jeg var bange for om det var en rotte.

My view getting up. Somebody walked there, I followed the tracks, afraid it might have been a rat.

Nej, det var ikke en rotte. For nogen tid siden mødte jeg en ilder ude i haven. Det er nok den, der er flyttet ind. Den skal være så velkommen. Den spiser nemlig rotter - den dårlige nyhed er så, at den også spiser høns. Jeg må huske at lukke dem inde - hver aften!

Nope, not a rat. Some days ago I met a polecat in the garden. I think it moved in here. Welcome to the Owlery Mr or Ms Polecat.
I'm happy because polecats eat rats, but they are also known to eat a chicken now and then. I'll just have to remember to close up the coop - every nigth.


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PS:

Jeg ved ikke hvorfor, men spammere har fået øje på dette opslag. Derfor er der lukket for kommentarer.

I do not know why, but spammers seem to love this post. That's why I have disabled comments on this post.

Poetry Monday :: Bamboo - More Light & Candlemass Digt, men ikke om bambus, mere lys og Kyndelmisse

Today is Candlemass. I know today's theme is Bamboo, but back in December 2024, I translated this poem by Frank Jæger, and stated that I might reuse this poem at a later date.
Today is this later date. It's crisp, clear and bitterly cold. The temperature is -4 C according to the thermometre, but the wind chill factor makes it more like -15.
And as to Frank Jæger ... yes you've heard of him before on this blog, he was MotherOwl's favourite poet as a young inhabitant of Elsinore, where he lived as well.

He wrote this poem about enduring winter - it is meant for and written about February, where all the accumulated summer-energy (the fires of our heart) is spent, but there's still a long time yet until sunshine and warmer days in April. February 2nd, Candlemass, is known as Midwinter-day in Denmark. Today, according to old farmers' wisdom we're halfway through winter; not that winter will continue for that long, but half of the feed for the livestock should still be in stock today. That's how long still left until the cows and horses can be sent grazing  on the new grass.

Today we have 1¾ hours more of sunligth. Just wonderful. I can feel my energy levels rising, but the cold winds keep us mostly inside. Being outside makes you cold, clumsy and stupid.

Let's have that poem!

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I dag er det Kyndelmisse. Jeg ved, at dagens tema er bambus, men tilbage i december 2024 oversatte jeg et digt af Frank Jæger og sagde, at jeg måske ville genbruge det på et senere tidspunkt.
    I dag er det et senere tidspunkt. Det er klart, koldt og bidende koldt. Termometeret siger  -4 °C, men blæsten gør, at det føles mere som -15 °C.
    Og Frank Jæger ... jo, jeg har talt om ham før, han var Uglemors yndlingsdigter, da hun var ung og boede i Helsingør, hvor han også boede.

Han skrev dette digt om at udholde vinteren – det er skrevet til og om februar, hvor al den akkumulerede sommerenergi (vores hjertebål) er brugt op, men der stadig er lang tid til solskin og varmere dage i april.
    Den 2. februar, Kyndelmisse, er kendt som midvinterdag i Danmark. I dag er vi ifølge gammel bondevisdom halvvejs gennem vinteren; ikke at vinteren vil vare så længe, men man skal have halvdelen af vinterfoderet til husdyrene tilbage i dag. Så længe varer det nemlig endnu, før køer og heste kan komme på græs igen.

I dag har vi 1¾ time mere sollys. Det er bare skønt. Jeg kan mærke, at min energi vender tilbage, men den kolde vind holder os mest indenfor. At være udenfor gør én kold, klodset og dum.

Lad os så få det digt!

Liden sol i disse uger. Februar har gjort os mindre. Sne som tynger. Is som knuger. Vi kan ingenting forhindre.	Smallish sun in weeks of winter. February made us lessen. Sleet is weighing. Darkness brooding. Nothing we can do about it
Vi kan heller ikke bede om at måtte blive større. Stær og mus og vinterhvede må på vore vegne spørge.	And we cannot ask for mercy, ask for growth in time of winter. Bird and mouse and seed in hiding have to ask this favour for us.
Men måske april vil hente vore hjertebål tilbage. Sammen vil vi tålsomt vente, liden sol i disse dage.	In April maybe the fires of our hearts will be returning. Patiently we wait together. Smallish sun in days of winter
Frank Jæger, 1953	MotherOwl, December 2024

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

Feb 9 Carousel
Feb 16 Plants with Berries
Feb 23 Doughnut
Mar 2 Breakfast in Bed
Mar 9 Meeting a Friend
Mar 16 Obsidian
Mar 23 Croissant
Mar 30 The Moon Tonight

Otte timer ~ Eight Hours :: Sunday Selections

I dag er dagen helt præcis ottee timer lang her hos mig. Jeg har fået en time og ni minutter ekstra sollys.
21 minutter er om morgenen og hele 49 minutter om aftenen. Og ja, det giver en time og ti minutter, men der er noget med de der sekunder, der runder ned og op. Det passer aldrig helt.
    Der er noget med det mere solskin der gør mig optimistisk. I går købte jeg frøposer i byen.

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Today in my place the day is exactly eight hours long. I have gained an extra hour and nine minutes of sunlight.

Twenty-one minutes in the morning and all of 49 minutes in the evening. And yes, that adds up to 1:10 hours, but there is something about those seconds getting rounded down and up. It never quite adds up.

This always makes me optimistic, and yesterday I bought some seeds in town.

Mon ikke der kommer afgrøder i månedens farve?

I wonder if not some of the harvest will have the colour of the month?

Vinter Solstice ~ Vintersolhverv

     I dag, helt præcist klokken 10.21 vendte solen. Nu går vi mod længere dage. Det sætter Uglemor stor pris på. for de her grå, korte og regnfyldte dage er ugle-nedslående.
     I tirsdags skinnede solen, og Uglemor tog et billede af solen, da den stod højest på himlen.

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Today at 10.21 am the sun reached its turning point. From now on the days will get longer.
This is received with glee by MotherOwl, suffering from the short and murky days.

Some days ago, Tuesday to be exact, we had some sunshine. And MotherOwl snapped this photo as the sun was at its highest.

Tuesday December 17th. Sunrise 8:41 sunset 15:32  lenght of day: 6h 51 min Max sun height: 11 degrees.
Tirsdag 17 december. Solopgang 8.41, solnedgang 15.32, dagens længde 6:51, solens maksimale højde: 11 grader.

Og så klokken knap fire, fotograferede Uglemor igen - nu denne herlige solnedgang ... den måtte gerne have ventet et par timer.

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And then, a little less than four hours later, MotherOwl snapped this glorious sunset ... it was pretty, but it would have been more welcome a few hours later.

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.

Poetry Monday :: Wild Goose Chase

Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health reasons.

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Today's prompt is Wild Goose Chase.

Last Monday I had some fun trying to misinterpret the saying - or rather by understanding its literal meaning. I did the same today for

Wild Goose Chase.
Now is the season for chasing wild geese
Their wedges are honking away on the breeze.
Oh, that's not what is meant?

But still it's the season for chasing wild geese
The sunshine has left us, the season is bleak
Oh, I'd like to fly too!

Now is the season for chasing wild geese
For dreaming while waiting for Spring and release
The winter endure!

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And now for some fun. One of my sons shared this animated song with me, I share it with you. 

Solhverv ~ Solstice

Det er sket. Mens vi lå og sov, helt præcist klokken 4.27 i morges, vendte solen og fra nu af bliver dagene længere.
     Jeg glæder mig, og det kan ikke gå for hurtigt med lysere, længere dage!

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It has happened! While I was sleeping - to be exact at 4.47 am  - the Sun reversed, and the days are now getting longer.

Yes I know that on the Southern hemisphere they're getting shorter from now. I know, but I can't really feel it in my longing for longer, brighter days.

Poetry Monday :: Winter

Today's theme for Poetry Monday is Winter. Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border. But now only for three more Mondays.  Monday, January 1, 2024 is Diane's last time hosting Poetry Monday, as she's taking a break due to health issues. Messymimi and I have a loose plan of keeping the chair warm for her - let's see what happens.

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     Digtet her er en reprise. Jeg bragte det første gang den 18. januar 2021, og anden gang, hvor jeg sammenlignede med en tidligere dansk oversættelse til vintersolhverv sidste år, men jeg synes nu bedst om min egen oversættelse, så det er hvad jeg bringer i dag. Jeg har lige forbedret et par af linkerne - i det mindste synes jeg, at det er en forbedring.
     Vi har desværre ikke mere sne, der får træer, huse, hegn og mur til at se ud som kager med glasur. Jeg håber, det snart kommer igen, for det er meget bedre for humøret med sne til at lyse op i vintermulmet.

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This poem has been published once before  January, 18, 2021, and again at Winter solstice last year. This time with an elder, Danish translation. I am brash enough to say that I like mine the best, so that's what you'll get today - I improved two of the lines, at least I found it to be an improvement.

Unfortunately we have no more snow to make tree and house, and hill and lake, look frosted like a wedding-cake. But I hope for the snow to return, as snow to light up our murky days are way better for the soul than rain and low clouds like today.

Winter-Time   Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again.   Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress.   Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door.   When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose.   Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.   by Robert Louis Stevenson 1913

Vinterdag   Først sent står vintersolen op, en gyldenhåret dovenkrop, der skinner et par timer kun for at forsætte så sit blund   Og førend stjernen går sin vej, før morgengryet, vågner jeg Og frysende, på bare tæer klæder jeg mig på ved lampeskær   Jeg varmer mine fingre lidt ved ilden her, som varmer hedt. Så i en rensdyrslæde går det rundt i verden udenfor.   Før jeg går ud, bli'r jeg klædt på får vanter, jakke, hue på. Og vinden svider snart min kind snor sig som rim i næsen ind   Mod sneen hvid står sorte skridt min ånde blæses hid og did. Og træer, huse, hegn og mur ser ud som kager med glasur.   Charlotte Olden-Jørgensen, 2021

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Upcoming topics:
Cookies (December 18)
Christmas/Hanukkah/Holidays (Dec. 25)
The Future (January 1 Diane's last Poetry Monday)

Smuk morgen -- Beauty in the Morning

Vores udsigt i morges, da det lige var blevet lyst -- Our view at the break of dawn.

Sne! Det betyder snevafler. Og de blev da også bagt. -- Snow! This means waffles. They got made.

Vi får vores sommer!

We'll have our Summer!

     Der er mange mennesker her i landet - heriblandt mig - der har påstået at vi har mindst 14 dages sommer til gode.
     Det lader så til at de højere magter har lyttet til vores klager, for se bare den vejrmelding!

-- ⛅ -- 🌞 -- 🌤 --

We're a lot of people in Denmark - me among them - that think that somebody somewhere owe us at least two weeks of summer.

It actually seems that the powers that be have listened. Look at this weather forecast!

Muggent vejr :: Sullen Weather

Vejrudsigen for i morgen siger at vejret er muggent.
     De her sjove fjæs, jeg ind i mellem ser i vejrmeldingerne, er endnu en grund til at jeg holder af Bedre vejr frem for DMI (Hvor alle data kommer fra).

The forecast for teomorrow shows us sullen weather.

The fact that I sometimes discover funny faces in the weather forecasts, is one more reason why I like the layout of Bedre vejr more than the new DMI looks.

Hele grafen -- all the graphics.

Poetry Monday :: Mirrors

Poetry Monday er en udfordring, hvor Diane fra On the Border er vores vært. Og nok engang kommer jeg til at undskylde til mine danske læsere, for heller ikke denne mandags stikord, Mirrors, fik nogen danske rim til at dukke op i mit stakkels hoved. Jeg er bare totalt overbevist om at dagens vejr glemte at se sig i spejlet inde det gik ud ad døren.

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 Mirrors, is the theme for today. At first something with magicians "They do it with mirrors" ran around in my head, then I checked out the weather for today, and ... today's weather for sure did not look in the mirror before leaving home!

Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border.


Mirrors ...
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
"Not I" said the weather,
"I'll never get better."

"I'm angry and surly.
My lips are down-curly,
My muscles wind-burly,
I'll make hurly-burly!"

Today's weather prognosis.

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Next Monday's topic: Teddy Bears

Sunday Selections :: July so far

Juli indtil videre :: Søndagsbilleder

Den 1. juli var jeg i en havebutik hvor der også var en pilefletter. Jeg var meget vild med de her mangefarvede kløvere, der desværre ikke var til salg.

July 1st I visited a working garden with plant sales and a basket weaver. I was fascinated by the polychrome clovers - unfortunately they were not for sale.

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Fransk sideflet - endelig fik jeg et navn på denne her flettemetode, som jeg har været betaget af i over ti år.

The basket weaver had made this basket - and I finally had a name for a weaving method that first caught my eye more than ten years ago - unfortunately not in English though.

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En af de sjove ting var en gammel murstensform. Jg kan ikke læse hvad der står, dels er det spejlvendt, dels tror jeg det er kyrillisk eller en anden skrift.

Another interesting thing was this mould for bricks. I cannot read the inscription, not even when flipping the photo. I suspect it to be written in Cyrillic or another alphabet.

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I dag, søndag var vi i kirke - vejret var mere efterår end sommerferie, og vi blev gennemblødte på vej til busstoppestedet, ca 400 meter! Men modne kornmarker er altid smukke.

Today, Sunday, we went to church. As always with the start of the summer holidays the weather turns bad, cold, windy and rain. We were soaked walking to the busstop, approximately 400 meters. But a ripe field of grain looks golden and promising no matter what.

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Irma i Hillerød er lukket, skiltene pillet ned, og der kommer et discountsupermarked i stedet. Ord kan ikke udtrykke hvad jeg mener, så jeg lader billedet her tale for mig.

Irma Hillerød, the good, organic, and so on supermarket is closed, and a discount shop is taking over. Words cannot describe what I think. I've better let this photo speak for me.

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Blomster fra vores kiwi revet ned i stormen. De er også smukt gyldne.

Flowers from our kiwi torn off in the wind. They are golden!

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Præstens krus står der her. Det står i kirken i Hillerød, og det får mig altid til at smile.

The priest's mug. This mug lives in the church in Hillerød, and it always makes me smile.

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Og der var masser af gyldne ting i dette indlæg.

This post contains a big amount of golden objects.

Nyt nytår ~ A new New Year

     Nytåret med nytårsfortsætter og en ny begyndelse ligger altså helt forkert. Vi har lige fejret jul, det er mørkt og koldt, og vi er ved at løbe tør for energi. Vi har brug for at spare på vores ressourcer, og bare overleve indtil foråret og lyset vender tilbage. Det er kort sagt det værst mulige tidspunkt for nytårsforsætter, og jeg tror, det er i hvert fald en del af forklaringen på, ar der er så mange, det aldrig lykkes for. 
     De gamle havde en bedre forståelse af menneskelig psykologi, mener jeg i hvert fald. Indtil indførelsen af den gregorianske kalender (i Danmark 19. februar / 1. marts 1700) lå nytåret nemlig sådan, at nytårsdag var den 25 marts, Fruedag.
     På dette tidspunkt er foråret i gang med at folde sig ud, vi har mere lyst til at komme ud, og lyset og solen giver os energi til at starte på noget nyt. Det var jo også her, man gjorde forårsrengøring før i tiden.
     Nu har vi jo fået afskaffet Store Bededag, hvad så med at flytte nytåret til 24./25. marts som det næste projekt?

Beginning the new year January 1 is a less than stellar idea. We just celebrated Christmas, it's cold and dark, we're out of energy and we need what staying power we still have left to survive until Spring comes around. I think this is one of the reasons why so many New Year resolutions never really stand a chance.

In days of old - in England until 1752 - New years day was Lady Day, March 25. I think this is a much better date for a new beginning, spring is really on its way, the days are longer as we're past equinox ...

Sorry to all Australians and other from the southern hemisphere, this is a Northern-hemisphere thing, but then your days never grow as short.

Lady day is much better. At this time of year, spring is unfolding, we feel more like getting out and about, and the light and sunshine energise us to start something new. After all, this is also when spring cleaning used to be done.

In Denmark we just had one holiday abolished by law, I suggest that the next item on this list is the moving of New year's eve to March 24th.

To tågede morgener ~ Two Foggy Mornings

I går var tågen tyk som ærtesuppe. Alting var væk. Det var som om et Ingenting fra Fantasien (Den uendelige historie) var ved at opsluge verden.

Yesterday was foggy. If you ever read The Never-Ending Story you might see a Nothing swallowing the world.

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I dag var det også tåget, men en helt anden tåge. Utroligt hvad et par graders forske kan gøre.

Today was foggy as well, bur what a difference a few degrees lower temperature can do.

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I dag lykkedes det mig også at fange et par flokke af trækkende fugle. Hvis du ser rigtig godt efter, kan du få øje på to flokke her på billedet.

If you look closely - and maybe embiggen the photo - you can see two flocks of migratory birds in this photo.

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Flokken længst til venstre. Det er gæs. Spørg mig ikke hvilken slags. De sidder på markerne i store flokke og æder kornet til landmændenes irritation.

The leftmost flock. A wedge of geese. Don't ask me what kind of geese. They land in the fields in huge flocks and graze the sprouting grain to the farmers' chagrin.

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Og fra højre. En flok svaner. De seneste år er svaner gået fra at overvintre som par til at overvintre i samlede flokke. VI har haft sådan en flok her i nærheden, og nu flyver de tilbage til deres redesteder i mindre flokke, der deler sig op i mindre og mindre enheder for at ende som par igen. Et foretrukkent delested er lige over vores hus.

Swans! For some years now swans have wintered in flocks, where earlier they did so in pairs only. And we have such a flock near by. Now spring is on its way and they leave in small units splitting up in the air into smaller and smaller flocks ending up in their pairs flying to their old nesting places. Such a point for parting of ways is almost on top of our house.

Dagen derpå - The Day After

Lørdag var dagen derpå efter stormen Otto. Der var nu ikke sket så meget her hos os. Selvfølgelig havde domen som sædvanlig fået blæst noget af plastikken af, men ellers var stormens eneste offer min haveredskabsholder.

Saturday was the day after, the day after what?  ... after Otto, the storm, a category 1 or 2 storm that hit Denmark in the night between Friday and Saturday. Otto was quite civilized, limiting himself to blowing off some of the plastic triangles from my greenhouse and topple my holder for garden shovels etc.

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Domen er blevet repareret, da jeg allerede har sået radiser og salat derinde. Men jeg kunne godt mærke at nogle af stiverne der - ligesom redskabsstaværet i øvrigt - er lavet af lægter der blev pillet af huser i 1999, trænger til en udskiftning. En af dem gav efter, da jeg lænede mig op ad den, og så stak jeg næsten næsen ind i en stor, flot svamp, der groede på en anden stiver. Den står vist på renovering til foråret.

My greenhouse is repaired already, as I have sown radishes and salad in there - optimistic, but what's the worst to happen? But I realized that I might have to do something about my greenhouse soon. It is - like the toppled rack for shovels etc. made from beams from our roof, which was renovated in 1999. As I leaned on one of the beams it gave way, and I ended up with my nose inches from a beautiful growth of fungus on another beam. New beams and plastic coming up this spring, I guess.

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Og endelig! blomstrer min troldnød. Jeg har ønsket mig sådan én siden vi flyttede hertil, jeg fik købt en for et lille års tid siden, og nu blomstrer den.

And finally! a Witch Hazel in bloom. I wanted one of these since we moved in, but only found one last year. Pretty, isn't it?

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Flere billeder fra haven lørdag -- More photos from a Saturday in the garden

Luget stikkelsbærbed -- Gooseberries weeded.

Lille Malik overlevede endnu en storm -- Little Malik survived yet a storm.
(Se her under januar -- Look at January's photo here)

Lungeurten spirer -- Lung wort is thriving too

Krokus - de gule bliver ædt og de blå forsvinder. Her næsten hvide - og det passer godt med Månedens farve igen

Crocus. The yellow ones get eaten by birds, the blue ones just disappear. Off white ones are the answer, and perfect for my Colour of the month.

Judaspenge kan gro hvor som helst. Her rundt om vores oliepåfyldningsstuds til fyret.
Honesty. It grows literally everywhere. Her around the pipes where oil is put into our heating system.

En lille ny efeu gror op ad vores gamle Hjortetaktræ. Sådan skal efeu opføre sig.
A baby ivy growing up our old Staghorn sumac. This is the way to grow for ivy.

Det er det her så ikke - en gammel efeu, der helst vil kravle hen over jorden. Den må have pædagogisk klatre-hjælp snart.
And this is not. An old ivy that wants to sprawl the grounds instead of climbing. It needs some tuition.

No Poetry Monday :: S.A.D

     Dagens stikord for Mandagsdigtet er Frossen yoghurt Det forekommer kun her i huset, hvis jeg kommer til at efterlade en liter yoghurt udenfor i frostvejr - jeg tror det er tre år siden, det skete sidst, og jeg kan ikke lige hitte ud af at digte om den hændelse.
     I stedet får I et billede af resultatet af mit sidste anfald af S.A.D - det er en engelsk vits S.A.D. er en forkortelse for Seasonal Affective Disorder - vinterdepression - men en kvik fyr har undersat det til Seed Aquisition Disorder - frø-indkøbssyndrom. Det skulle forkortes FIS på dansk, så det lader vi være med ;) Sidst, jeg skrev om det fik jeg det til KaUGoBF-syndrom.
     Pastinakkerne på billedet har lige den rette tone til Månedens farve: Signal-hvid.

Drawn by this guy 🌱 Tegnet af ham her

Frozen yoghurt ... this is only a thing that happens if I inadvertently leave a yoghurt outside on a cold day, that is to say almost never. I have no idea what to do with Frozen Yoghurt ... so instead a photo of my latest attack of S.A.D - Seed Aquisition Disorder.

The roots are by the way just the right colour for my Colour of the Month: Signal white.

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Next Monday we tackle: Random Acts of Kindness

Kyndelmisse ~~ Candlemass

I dag er det kyndelmisse - Maria fremstilling i templet. I dag er halvdelen af vinteren gået. Gamle vejrregler siger, at hvis det er sol på Kyndelmisse, bliver det en lang vinter. Det har været flot i dag, så jeg håber, vi får en ordentlig spandfuld sne inden vinteren siger farvel i denne omgang. Se hvor smukt det var lige inden solnedgang.

Today is Candlemass, presentation of the Virgin, also known as groundhog day. We have no groundhogs as far as I know - I'm not quite sure, as I'm not sure I know what a groundhog is. But if I had had one in my garden, it would surely had been scared by its own shadow. This means a cold second half of the winter. I hope this is true, as the winter so far has been wet more than white.

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Månen var stået op, man kan godt se, den ikke er helt fuld længere

The moon was out as well, someone ate a bite off it.

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Men indtil videre er det her al den "sne", vi har. Vintergækker hedder noget med sne på rigtig mange sprog.

This is all the snow I found in the garden.

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Rabarberne er på vej op. Hvis der kommer frost, må jeg nok dække dem over. Skvalderkålen er der også, den skal nok klare sig.

The rhubarbs are already saying hello. If we have snow I'll have to give them some branches to hide under. The ground elder is here as well. It will survive, no worries.


Og her er der søreme vild kørvel. Dne skal da i farvegryden snart.

And Wild chervil. This plant will end up in my dyepot soon.

På indkøb nåede jeg inden om garnforretningen, og jeg fandt en mørkere blå i stedet for den hvide. Her er en vikleprøve.

And in the local yarn shop I found a new colour. Here's a teaser.