Månedens farve FebruarColour of the Month February

Så er der ikke så længe til at det bliver februar. Og på søndag er det den første søndag i februar. Tid for en ny farve.

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January is not with us for long. And Sunday will be the first Sunday of February. Time for a new colour.

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     Jeg blev inspireret af Rivers besøg i Adelaides botaniske have, hvor hun så og fotograferede Chihulys udstilling af glaskunst.
     Det her ligner en elefant, syne jeg i hvert fald - og det gav mig assosiationer til en elefant i en glasbutik, der så blev til en glaselefant.
     Det var svært at vælge mellem de mange skønne blå nuancer, så vælg endelig en anden, hvis der er en der tiltaler dig mere.

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This time I was inspired by River's visit to Adelaide's Botanic Gardens, and the Chihuly display of blown glass art.

To me this looks like an elephant - a glass elephant - and as the Bull in a China shop is an elephant in a glass shop in Danish, I fell for it immediately.

And as I had a hard time deciding which of the deligthful blues were best, you're free to use any that suits you.

     I dag er det bloggens 13 års fødselsdag - og den fejrer Uglemor med en lille ferie væk fra al elektronikken. Så jeg vil advare om manglende UgleMor-tilstedeværelse i blogosphæren i den kommende tid.
     Der vil måske komme et par forhåndsfabrikerede opslag, men ingen kommentarer eller svar.
Jeg vender tilbage!

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Today furthermore marks the 13th birthday of my blog / blogoversary. I'll celebrate by keeping away from anything digital for a little while.

Hence be warned: MotherOwl will be away and MIA from the Blogosphere for a week or more. A (preposted) post or two will probaby show up, but no comments amd no answers.
... I'll be back!

Sunday Selection :: Colour 24

 More optimistic Graphite black.

The blackboard painted door, where normally the meeting times for the Owlets are written.

FERIE means HOLIDAYS

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.

Words for Wednesday - September First

  All September, and so also today, the first day and Wednesday of September, the prompts are given by Cindy at Of Dandelions and Sunshine.
  The prompt for today is a challenge: "They say a picture is worth 1,000 words.   Paint us a picture with at least 100 words of your favourite vacation spot."

  Could you - given this prompt - imagine me going anywhere but back in time to Unicorn Island?
  Remember that the non-magical parts of the tale are memories from my childhood. Susan is/was me, and here is the opening scene of Unicorn Farm, rewritten to suit the prompt.

  The long car ride was over. Susan and her sister and parents were warmly welcomed by their aunt and uncle and all helped carry things from the car into the house. After a hasty and late supper, Susan took her book outside to sit on the terrace. She sat there with the book propped open in her lap and her legs stretched out on the terrace boards, not really reading, only savouring the quiet and open space around her. The stars began popping out in the sky, and with them came the mosquitoes. She hurried into the garage and into bed.

Next morning, after the traditional first morning in the summer house breakfast of pancakes and syrup, Susan and her sister rushed off to see if everything was as it used to be. The summerhouse was totally uninteresting, just a place to eat and sleep between trips to the beach or to the other attractions of the island. 
  The excitement began where the hedges and the yellowing lawn stopped. Out in the corn field that everybody was allowed to play and walk in! You could build intricate complexes in the style of beaver holes, but you could also just go for a walk, picking grains and wild flower bouquets. You could sit quietly hidden, hoping that a rabbit came by. They often raced the rabbits, but the rabbits always won. Or you could just lie on your back and look past the slowly moving ears of corn up on drifting white clouds, that created always new patterns and pictures.
  They played in the grain field, making the almost ritual tunnel from the path down to the water. Then they ran down the path to see if the stairs leading to the water was still there. It was. Solid railroad sleepers curved down towards the shore. They ran down the sleepers loudly counting the steps 29, 30, 31, 32! Yes, they were all there. They first only waded in the water, because the waves were big that day. Big enough to push over a little girl. But after a short while the temptation grew too big. They shed their worn dresses and tumbled in the water. It was wonderful, Susan loved the big waves, it was just fabulous to skip through them, and over them, tumbling like a dolphin.  It was everything as delicious as she had expected, but cold still in the early June days. As they sat drying on the huge, warm boulders  a boat sailed past, loaded with strange looking people in Icelandic sweaters and with looking glasses around the neck.
  "It's probably the ornithologists, our aunt talked about," Susan said, feeling relieved to have remembered the strange word.
"Oy," her sister replied, "why do yo always have to use all those big words. It's just a boat full of bird watchers." Susan resisted the temptation to answer that she had read it in a book somewhere, partly because it was not true, partly because she did not want to start the holiday with a quarrel.
  After having dried somewhat at the large stones, they went looking for belemnites in the rubble below the cliffs. Today her sister was the lucky one lucky and  found the first one, but a little later Susan found a petrified sea urchin half hidden in a stone. They agreed to go home again, it would soon be time for lunch. So they raced one another on the paths back to the summerhouse.

580 words.

Sommerferie -- Summer Holidays

Uglemor har ikke lyst til at sidde foran computeren, når der er Ugleunger der har sommerferie, blomster og bær i haven og lunt vand og is på stranden. 

Derfor holder Ugleboet sommerferie indtil videre. 

Måske kommer der et enlet indlæg eller to på en regnvejrsdag eller en sen aften. 

Men Uglemor vil kun love, at hun vender tilbage. 

Hav en god sommer indtil da.

MotherOwl do not want to sit in front of her montor when the Owlets are home from school, the garden (and surroundings) abounds in flowers, herbs and fruits, and the beach is calling with wonderful water and ice cream cones. 

Maybe I'll post now and then on a rainy day, or a late night, but I make no promises other than: I'll be back! 

Have a nice summer until then.

 

Ⓐ-Ⓩ - 27. april - Ⓥ

Ⓥ  er for vejr.
    Lige siden vi fik påskeferie, har solen skinnet og det har været lunt og rart, når det ikke lige har været blæsevejr.
     I går indkaldte Uglemor Ugleungerne til at hjælpe sig med at så masser af frø i haven. Efter at Uglemor havde fjernet ukrudt, gamle planter og diverse rødder fra bedene, medens Ugleungerne var i skole.

Ⓥ  is for vejr = weather.

 Ever since Easter holiday began, and even before, the Sun has been shining. It has been nice and warm, even if somewhat windy.
Yesterday MotherOwl made the Owlets help her sow a lot of seeds after having weeded and dug 3 beds in the time the Owlets were at school.

 Der er sået Susanne-med-det-sorte-øje, bladbeder, kvan og solhat. Halmen beskytter vores eneste overlevende artiskok. I enden af bedet gror de sidste bladbeder fra sidste år, som hønsene har spist af i vinterens løb.

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Black eyed Susans,  Swizz chard, Angelica and Echinacea (Coneflower). The straw is protecting our sole surviving artichoke. In the end, the small rest of last year's chards can be seen. The chicken have been eating them all winter.

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     Og her er så et billede fra i morges. Nu kan man se, hvorfor Uglemor havde så travlt med at få alle frøene i jorden. Det regner!
     Jeg er ked af at jeg ikke kan bringe billeder med lyd. Så I må forestille jer en stille, stadig sommerregn, fugle der kvidrer, og af og til kører en bil forbi , nu dæmpet af regnen.

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And a photo from this morning. Now you see why MotherOwl was in such a hurry to get all the seeds sown. It is raining, for the first time in 3 weeks.
I'm sorry you can not have the sound side of this photo. Imagine summer rain, gently, but persistently falling, birds chirping and an occasional car passing by, its sound hushed by the falling rain and wet roads.

      Ugleboets have set fra Uglemors soveværelse - en herlig ting at vågne op til hver morgen.

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 The garden in the Owlery, seen from MotherOwl's bedroom window. What a wonderful view in the morning.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ -23. april - Ⓢ - Sol, Sommer og Solstik

Ⓢer for Sol, sommer og solstik.
     Sol har vi allerede haft en hel del af, hele påskeferien faktisk, og det var herligt. Uglemor, Skribenten og Ugleungerne kan godt lide varme dage i haven.

Ⓢ er jo det bogstav der er flest danske ord der starter med, så der kommer nok flere undervejs.

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 Ⓢ is for Sunshine, summer og solstik (Jostaberry).
We've had Sunshine all through the Easter holidays. MotherOwl, the Writer and the Owlets have enjoyed the sun.

In Danish Ⓢ is the most frequent letter with which to begin a word. Maybe some more will pop up.

Vajd med store knopper op mod domen. Det er næsten sommer

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Voad with big buds outside the dome. It is almost summer.

Ⓢer også for spirer, her spirer de lystigt i domen beskyttet mod vind og vejr.

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Ⓢ is for sprouts as well.Here pots with seeds are sprouting in the protection of the dome.

     Birkesaften er blevet til sæber. I hvert fald noget af den. De er alle sammen blevet stemplet med B for birkesaft-sæbe.

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The sap from the birch trees has been turned into soap, some of it at least. The stamp, a B, on the soap tells me it is birch sap soap. 

     Og så er der solstik. Den blev plantet i sommeren 2019. Det var herligt varmt og meget tørt. Uglemor troede ikke at den ville overleve, men det gjorde den, og den er endda groet. Måske får vi bær om et par år.

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And Jostaberries. They were planted in the dry, hot summer of 2019, and MotherOwl did not think that they survived, but they did and they have even grown. Maybe in a year or two we will have some berries.

     På japansk hedder kirsebærblomster Sakura. Dette er ikke helt den ægte vare, de er jo ikke pink, men de er da flotte. 

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Sakura is the Japanese name for cherry flowers. This is not quite the stuff, as they're not pink. But they are pretty.

    Og som Shu-bi-dua synger: "Vi har også brug for svanerne. for de får hinanden til sidst." Her er svanerne i hvert fald. ("Greven ud af luften" 78'eren).

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A Danish band from the 70ties and 80ties called Shu-bi-dua played funny, lively songs, with crazy rhymes and odd texts. One line goes: "We also need the swans, because they're married in the end!"  Well at least we got the swans.

Vinterferie -- 5 -- Winter Holidays

     Haveuglen kan ikke tåle frost. Derfor går han hvert forår glip af dette vidunderlige syn. Hele vejen rundt om Haveuglens tomme rede myldrer det frem med erantis.
     Solen skinnede lystigt i går, og Uglemor lugede gårdspladsen, til stor glæde for os o vores 7 høner. I dag har Uglemor ømme muskler et meget uventet sted. 

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GardenOwl cannot stand frost. That is why he never ever get to see this wonderful sight. Every year in the early spring GardenOwl's nest is surrounded by lots and lots of yellow eranthis. Our earliest spring flower.
The Sun was shining as MotherOwl took this photo. She spent the rest of the day weeding, much to the pleasure of our 7 chicken, and today MotherOwl is sore in unexpected places. 

Vinterferie -- 4 -- Winter Holidays

     I dag for præcis 6 år siden var det også fredag i vinterferien. Og lige som på den fredag for snart længe siden, spillede vi også Dungeons & Dragons, men i modsætning til den fredag, spiste vi ikke scones. Vi fik en galopkringle, som Skribenten havde bagt. Den smagte godt, Billedet her er ikke det bedste. Brun kage på brunt bræt, men kagen var spist inden Uglemor fik kigget på billederne, og en halvkedelig kage er meget bedre end ingen kage.

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Today exactly 6 years ago it was, as today, Friday in the winter holidays. And just like on that long ago Friday we played Dungeons & Dragons, but we did not eat scones with strawberry jam. We had "Galopkringle" (Gallop cake - because it's awful quick to make). The Writer made it, and we ate it before MotherOwl got to look at her photos. They're quite drab, brown cake on a brown board. But well drab cake is better than no cake at all.

Vinterferie -- 3 -- Winter Holidays

     Her er faktisk ikke særligt vinterligt for øjeblikket, ca. 5 grader, overskyet og småfugtigt. Lige den slags vejr, Uglemor ikke kan fordrage. Så er det jo godt at der er en undskyldning for at bage en kage. Valentinsdag.

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Although this is our winter holidays, the weather is rather Novemberish. cool, cloudy, windy and moist. Exactly the kind of weather, or lack of weather, that is MotherOwl's lest favourite weather. What a good thing it is Valentine's day today. A good excuse to bake a cake.

Smørkage med hjerteglasur og hjertekonfetti. -- Heart shaped sprinkles on icing hearts.

Vinterferie -- 2 -- Winter Holidays -- Opdateret

I dag, tirsdag var himlen ekstra interessant her til morgen.  Jeg har aldrig set skyer, der så sådan ud før, og undrer mig over, hvad der mon får dem til at gøre sådan.

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The sky looked very interesting this morning. I never saw clouds just like these before, and wonder what caused this.  

     Det var ikke så koldt, som de forrige dage, og solen skinnede. I går købte jeg frø til tidlig salat og radiser, med den skumle bagtanke at få ryddet op i domen og så frøene der. Oprydning i domen er tiltrængt. Der har jeg vist ikke været siden jeg hentede de sidste chilier tilbage i oktober.

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It was not as cold as it has been, and it hat stopped being so windy. I hate cold winds and rain. It makes my fingers hurt. The sun was shining and yesterday I bought seeds for early lettuce and radishes. I suspected this could motivate me to clean out the greenhouse. My last visit there was probably in late October, harvesting the very last chillies.

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     Så tog Uglemor en rekordhurtig tur på indkøb. 35 minutter fra hun gik, til hun kom hjem igen. Deri inkluderet gåtur til og fra busstoppestedet, bustur begge veje og indkøb i to forretninger. 💪
     Da indkøbene var på plads, gik Uglemor i krig med domen.  Tomatplanterne var lodne af skimmel, stadig med bløde, lodne frugter her og der. Der var masser af ukrudt, og alle de små haveredskaber lå bare, hvor jeg efterlod dem sidste år.
    Den øverste række er før-billeder. Den nederste er efter.
     Så gik der en sky for solen og Uglemor gik ind til en kop varm the. Måske kommer solen og Uglemor frem i eftermiddag igen. 

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MotherOwl went for an ultra quick shopping trip - 35 minutes including walking to and from the bus-stop, bus ride both ways and two shops visited - a record ... maybe 💪
Then it was time for a visit to the dome. The tomato plants were musty; soft, mouldy fruits still hanging here and there, weeds growing wildly, and all garden implements just left where they were used last year.
Top row: Before, bottom row after. Then the sun went behind the clouds. Maybe this afternoon it'll come beck.

Udefra, venstre og højre side af domen. Gravlysene har stået der siden den første nattefrost, hvor de forgæves kæmpede for at holde tomaterne frostfri.

From outside, left and right side. The grave candles were my loosing battle against the frosty nights last autumn.

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     Så blev det søreme solskinsvejr. Domens anden side blev også ryddet. Her er 3. billedserie fra domen. På det midterste billede er alle de underlige ting, der var rundt omkring., blevet sorteret. Det kræver måske et billede for sig selv.
     Såning? Det må vente til i morgen.

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The Sun came out this afternoon.  MotherOwl cleaned the dome, and took new photos for a new photo serial. Here's the dome once again. Mission complete. In the middle picture all the crap found in the dome is sorted. It might need a separate explanation.
No sowing was done. It'll wait until tomorrow.

     Al skramlet i fine bunker. Haveredskaber og genbrugelige skilte og vandingsdimser i de firkantede urtepotter. Den grønne flaske er et vandingsprojekt, boble- og anden plast er ligesom lysene til frostsikring. Vandkanden skal naturligvis genbruges, snor og urtepotter ligeså. Den runde potte fuld af hvidmalede træstykker stammer fra et eller andet længst glemt projekt.
     I posen, der hænger på vandbeholderen, er alle de knækkede plastikdimser, nylonsnor osv. samlet. Næste gang Uglemor tager på lyn-indkøb, kommer det med, og bliver smidt ud i en container til plast. Ugemor er lidt sur over, at der kun er genbrugsbøtter til aviser og glas i vores lille landsby. Genbrug skal gøres nemt, ellers virker det ikke.

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All the crap nicely sorted. Gardening tools and reusable thingies for watering an marking in the two square pots. The green bottle, some sheets of plastic and the candles are all part of the frost fighting squad. The green bottle is for watering. The watering can is to be reused, and the same goes for the string and the pots.  The white painted pieces of wood in a round pot hail from a long forgotten project, don't ask.
On the water tank hangs a dirty plastic bag. It hides all the broken markers and  watering thingies, broken pots, scrapped nylon strings, in short all things plastic. The next time MotherOwl is going to the record breaking shopping place, she'll bring this bag and dispose of it in a communal recycle bin for plastics, simultaneously grumbling over the fact that she needs to take recyclable plastic for a bus ride. Recycling should be made easy, and even our little village should have bins for plastic and metal as a supplement to the existing paper and glass bins.

Bonusbillede. Så meget ukrudt var der til hønsene i den anden halvdel af domen. De blev glade!

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Bonus photo of all the weeds for the chicken, gathered in the right hand half of the dome. The chicken were very pleased.

Vinterferie -- 1 -- Winter Holdays

      I dag fejrede vi vor Frue af Lourdes. Vi spiste kager, faktisk muffins og talte en smule om  Lourdes.
     Uglemor bagte muffins, men glemte helt at tage nogle billeder.
I  fredags, den 8. var det jo nåledag, og der fi vi også kage og dsendte nålene afsted. Vi må se billederne derfra i stedet.

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Today we celebrated Our Lady of Lourdes. We had cake, muffins actually, and spoke shortly about our Lady's apparitions at Lourdes.

MotherOwl made muffins, but forgot to make photos.
But some days ago - February 8th, we also had cake, and sent off our broken needles in style. Pictures from that day will have to suffice.

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Nålene i en lille træbåd  --  The needles in a small wooden boat.

Nålekage. De knækkede tandstikkere skal illudere nåle 

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Needle cake. The broken toothpicks are symbolic needles.

TUSAL -- 1 -- January

Som jeg skrev her, er der 13 nymåner i år. Nu er vi så nået frem til den første nymånedag. Men da det  nye år kun er 6 dage gammelt, og det oven i købet stadig er juleferie, er der ikke meget i bøtten.

💙 - 💖 - 💚 - 💛 - 💕 - 💜

As I wrote here,  this year is a year of 13 new moons. Now we've reached the first one. ORTs-wise not much has happened. We're only 6 days into a new year, and Christmas holidays will end tomorrow.
 

     Mine stumper lever virkelig deres eget liv, de kommer og går. Hvis nogen finder på at sammenligne stumperne fra år 2018 - glasset på det venstre billede - med TUSAL-indlæggene fra 2018 vil de finde ind til flere uoverensstemmelser.

💙 - 💖 - 💚 - 💛 - 💕 - 💜

My ORTs have a life of their own. They come and go as they like. If somebody were to compare the ORTs of 2018 - the jar in the photo to the left - with my TUSAL blog posts from 2018 they'd discover several discrepancies.

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     Alle  stumperne fra 2018 vil, når de ellers er dukket op - ende inden i en temari.

💙 - 💖 - 💚 - 💛 - 💕 - 💜

All the ORTs from 2018 will eventually end up inside a temari. I just got to catch 'em all.

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       Og hvor kommer de røde ender så fra? Uglemor er ved at strikke sig et par nye vanter. De helt gamle (strikket tilbage i 2011) holder ikke længere, og de nye (strikket engang i 2016), er dumme, den ene er for kort, den anden for smal, og så er det to venstrevanter! Hvad Uglemor lige tænkte på, da hun strikkede dem, er ikke godt at vide. Nu er det i hvert fald tid for et par nye.

💙 - 💖 - 💚 - 💛 - 💕 - 💜

And from where do the red ORTs come from? MotherOwl is knitting a new pair of mittens for herself.  The old ones, knit in 2011, were worn out some time ago. And the new ones, supposedly knit in 2016, are just so wrong. One is too short, the other too narrow, and then it's two left mittens. What were you thinking of, MotherOwl? Time for a new pair!

     Her er så begyndelsen på de nye vanter, de er strikket i alpakkagarn men efter idé til Skribentens lovikkavanter. Og de er stadig gode!

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 The new mittens so far. They're knit from alpaca yarn, using the lovikka-tecnique, which I used for the Writer's mittens, and they're still warm and cosy.  

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  Hvis TUSAL er et nyt og spændende begreb, så læs mere her på engelsk og her på dansk.

💙 - 💖 - 💚 - 💛 - 💕 - 💜

If you've never heard about TUSAL and ORTs before, go HERE to become wiser.

Årets korteste dag

I dag er det årets korteste dag ... eller den længste nat om man vil. 

Solen står op klokken  8.44 og går ned igen 15.34. 

Dermed er dagen hele 6 timer og 50 minutter lang. 

Nu starter den lange opstigning af vinterens mørke. 

Medens vi venter, er her et billede fra dagens indkøbstur til et sted, hvor man godt kan finde ud af at have smukke julelys og et juletræ af rigtig gran.
Og kan I finde stjernen?

The shortest day... or the longest nigth of the year is today. 

The Sun rose at 8.44 and set again at 15.34. This gives us glorious 6.50 hours of dayligth. 

When it's rainy  and cloudy like today it feels like endless twilight. 

But now we're going towards sunnier days.
To help us during the long climb here's a photo from MotherOwl's shopping in a small town where ligths are pretty and the tree a real, living tree.
And can you find the star? 

 
Og så lige en ting til. En omskrivning af Feriesangen til brug ved juleferiens begyndelse:

Ferie, ferie, ferie, slap nu af,
du har fri og syng en glad melodi.
Ned fra himlen sner det,
lad det drysse til ferien er forbi,
... håber vi.

Sang på hjernen - vers 2

     Nu må det være på tide med vers to af Hvor blev det af? Det er jo sommer som aldrig før, og  selvom Uglemor har inderligt ondt af landmænd med manglende hø og kreaturer der skal slagtes, nyder hun de hede dage i Uglebo og omegn i fulde drag.

Dovne, salte bølger fra det store, våde hav
vasker vore unger, mens de leder efter rav.
Varme, brune kroppe i det fine hvide sand,
det var sidste år ved denne strand.
     Hvor blev det af hele året, hvem har spist det bid for bid?
     Hvordan kan man nå det hele på den halve tid?
     Hvor blev de af, alle mennesker som jeg strejfed’ på min vej?
     Hvem stjal af vore dage som vi vogter, du og jeg?

.... sådan har Uglemor sunget verset, men i virkeligheden er tekten lidt anderledes:

Dovne, salte bølger fra det store Vesterhav
vasker vore unger, mens de leder efter rav.
Fire brune kroppe i det fine hvide sand,
det var sidste år ved Henne strand.

Men da vi ikke holder sommerferie ved Vesterhavet, har min hjerne af sig selv lavet om på teksten, så den passede med virkeligheden. Hukommelsen er en lumsk én!

Kladder, halvfærdige indlæg og glade dage forude

Drafts and finished posts and happy days to come


     I min oversigt over indlæg ligger der en million - okay da 38 kladder. Det er alt fra næsten færdige indlæg til bare et billede eller en overskrift.
     De kommende to uger har Ugleungerne emneuge (som altid sport og gymnastik i forklædning, men de har fri 12.45 hver dag) og derefter efterårsferie. Det vil sige at de er meget hjemme. Derfor vil jeg sætte de færdig(st)e af indlæggene til at auto-udgive sig selv med ujævne mellemrum.
     Der kan derfor forventes underlig uglegylp i den nærmeste fremtid, hvis jeg ikke når at stoppe dem med beretninger fra vores oplevelser.

Flotte bønner  --  Impressing beans

Blækhatteblæk  --  Shaggy mane ink

I have a gazillion - well at least 38 drafts in my blog archives. I have everything from almost finished posts to posts that's only a title or a photo.

 The coming two weeks are happy days The Owlets have a theme week - as always another name for PE in disguise. The silver lining is very short days. The week after that is autumn holidays. That leads to MotherOwl and the Owlets having time for outings, trips to here and there, and not much time for blogging.

For that reason, I'll put up some of the more finished posts for auto-posting. If I can not find time to write about our happy times, be prepared for Quirky Owl Pellets.

Sommerbilleder -- Summer Photos

Vi holder sommerferie i Uglebo. Vu læser, spiser kage, cykler ture og slapper af. Ind i mellem sker der også store ting som en tur på loppemarked, på strande eller i skoven, en indkøbstur til nærmeste "storby" eller en fødselsdag.
Som altid tager Uglemor mange billeder. Her er nogle stykker fra de forgangne par uger:


We're on vacation, or rather staycation. We read, eat cake, go for a bike ride and generally relax. Sometimes big events happen; a visit to a big flea market or to the beach, shopping in the nearest "big" city or a birthday.
As always MotherOwl snaps photos of happenings big and small. Here's a collection from the latest 2 weeks.

Vores nye stoppested.  Our brand new bus stop.

Regnbuer i storbyen -- Rainbows in the city

Boremel på havebordet --  Wood dust on the garden table

Boremelet kommer fra grenen lige over bordet -- The wood dust comes from the dead branch over the table

Sidste år såede jeg shiso, men jeg fik kun en forkølet plante. Det selvsår villigt.
Last year I tried to grow shiso, only one plant made it. But it spreads prolific now.

Nældesommerfugl. Sådan én har jeg aldrig set før.
A butterfly named Map. New to me and living off nettles!

Abekattestreger - et legetøj jeg husker fra jeg var lille. Genfundet på et loppemarked.
Monkey trick. A childhood plaything re-found at a flea market.

Et romantisk blik på en smuk gård i omegnen.
A romantic view to a stable.

Sommeraften på landet -- Summer's evening in the countryside

Tidselfnug -- Thistledown

Et andet loppefund  --  another thing from the flea market

Et åg. Sådan et har jeg længe gerne ville have. Også fra loppemarkedet
A yoke, long wanted, now found at the flea market.

Plantefarvning: Garnet var oprindeligt som det midterste sødsuppe-bvadr-farvede. Nu farvet grønt med tagrør og gult med syrefrø. Det er da en forbedring.En lysægthedstest vil vise, om det holder. 
Plant dyeing: the originally drab colour in the middle was dyed green with reed flowers or yellow with sorrel seeds. An improvement I think. Now it's time for a colour fatness test.

Sommerferie -- Summer Holidays

     I virkeligheden kunne jeg bare linke til sidste års sommerhusindlæg, men der skal vist et par friske billeder til.
     Vi var nemlig i sommerhus igen. Ikke det samme sommerhus, men lige i nærheden, så vi gjorde de samme ting som sidste år: Vi var ved stranden, men det var koldt. Piraten testede sin nye hajfinne, dog mest ved at lege haj på de store sten.


Really I could just say: Go read what I wrote last year, but at the very least we need some new photos.
We rented a summer house, not the same as the last years, but near by. We did much of the same as every year.
We were at the beach, but the water was cold, even Marsupilami did not get in. They tried out Pirate's new swim fin by playing Shark at the boulders. 

Uglemor bare kigger på - Vandet skal være en del varmere før jeg hopper i.

MotherOwl watching. The water needs to get a lot warmer before I jump in. 

     Vi fangede krabber. Her holder Trolli et pragteksemplar. Se den store højreklo.

We caught crabs. Here Trolli has caught the alpha crab. Notice the big right claw.

Vi så fjernsyn. Det har vi ikke derhjemme, så Ugleungerne var meget opslugte.

We watched television. We do not have this in the Owlery. The Owlets found it very absorbing.

     Uglemor jagtede rav og drivglas. Det bliver stadig sværere, her er hele ugens høst - noget af det er plastik, og et stykke er faktisk rav.

MotherOwl hunted for sea glass. It gets always harder to find. Some of it is plastic, and one is actually amber.

     Så måtte Uglemor nøjes med stykker af smadret porcelæn. Måske bliver der til en mosaik en dag.

MotherOwl found pieces of old plates. Maybe one day I'll have enough for a mosaic.

     Nu er vi hjemme igen. Ugleungerne tager på sommerlejre de næste par uger, og Trolli skal på verdensungdomsdagene i Polen. Ellers skal vi nyde sommeren og lave spændende ting sammen.

Now we're home again, the smaller Owlets are going to summer camps in the coming weeks, and Trolli will be participating in the World Youth Day in Poland. But apart from this we're going to have fun and enjoy the hopefully soon coming sunshine.