No Story -- WfW July 7

This is a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true, therefore: Please, remember to go back, read other peoples' stories there or follow their links back. And please place a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction.

In July we'll find the Words for Wednesday at Lissa's blog The Memory Tourist. For July 7th we were given:

1. orphan
2. island
3. farm
4. brother
5. freckles
6. red-haired
7. imagination
8. friend
9. charm
10. home

And although these words speak to me, very much so even, I have not had the time or ease of mind to write a story. Two reasons at least.
1. MOTHS - the animal that must not be named when wool is around. And in my project room there's lots and lots of wool, whole fleeces, combed or carded wool, batts, plant dyed wool and woollen yarns galore. Sigh. Moth extermination Owl crew to the rescue. I have a crick in the neck for constantly watching for flying moths and my fingers are scorched from taking out crates of wool from the oven. Heat treatment exterminates moths and their eggs.
2. Le Tour. Believe it or not. MotherOwl, who normally does not care for sports; as in she does not even know against whom the Danish team is playing and when in football. That same Owl sits glued to the screen for 3 weeks, watching 184 men climbing mountains and suffering on their bikes ;) When BiggerSis - who shares the passion - still lived at home, we even rented a TV for those 3 weeks.

Now you know why no writing happens. I promise to catch up.

Asagao-festival

Tak til Messymimi for at fortælle os at i dag er det Iriya no Asagao-ichi -- Første dag af Pragtsnerlefesten i Tokyo, Japan (sidste dag er den 8.)

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Thanks to Messymimi for telling that today is Iriya no Asagao-ichi -- First day of the Morning glory flower festival in Tokyo, Japan (through the 8th).

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  For nogle år siden foldede jeg en theposekugle, der netop var inspireret af Pragtsnerle (der på japansk hedder アサガオ (asagao), egentlig morgen-ansigt). Jeg kalder for sjov kuglen for morgenfjæs. I dag er altså en god anledning til et gensyn.
  God Iriya no Asagao!

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Some years ago, I made a teabag-wrapper bauble called just that - Morning glory (in Japanese アサガオ (asagao), which literally means morning face). A good time for a revisit of this bauble.
Happy Iriya no Asagao

アサガオ, Morgenfjæs, Morning Faces

Poetry Monday :: Bikinis

If you want to read some more, and better  poetry,  Diane - who has taken over the hosting of  this challenge - and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings - who also supplies us with topics - are writing wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read.

  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month - may  we hope for more!
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments.

  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey who has been a faithful participant, is taking a break due to her husband's passing from this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers her way.

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

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As it sometimes happen, the topic for the Poetry Monday makes a song make that an earworm - run around my poor brain. I tried chewing gum, singing it out loud (all alone in the bath), listening to it, and so on.
  But each time I see the word bikini this begins: "She was afraid to come out of the locker ..." Can you carry on? I think we all know the opening line to Itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini.
  Are you old enough to remember lockers on the beach? I am. I was small, and remember them as tiny, clammy, and anxiety provoking boxes. The other children always yelled, take care, someone's lurking. I had no idea who was lurking or why they would want to. I was five or under, and on the beach with my grandmother. I preferred undressing on the beach to those damp cubicles.

Bikini ... come on, MotherOwl, you can do this!

Oh, and do you remember the Blue meanies


Itsy bitsy, blue meanie
in a very small bikini.
He's swimming a sea of green notes
because he was late for the boats.

Itsy bitsy blue meanie
In a wet and blue-grey beanie
He's crawling ashore by a crab
Who gives his behind a sound nab.

Itsy bitsy blue meanie
He took off his wet bikini
And walked from the crab and the shore
And then there isn't any more.

Blue Meanies - Thanks Wikipedia.

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Next Mondays topic: Cheer the Lonely

Coming up:
Raspberry Cake Day (July 19)
Parents Day (July 26)
Ice Cream Sandwich Day (August 2)
Cats (August 9)
Tell a Joke (August 16)
Wind (August 23)
Monsters (August 30)
Shoes (September 6) From Mimi
Defy Superstition Day (September 13) Also from Mimi
Remembering 8-Tracks (September 20) Another Mimi

Sunday Selection - Blue Edition

MotherOwl suspects that nobody reading her blog for more than a few weeks can be left in doubt as to what is her facourite colour: BLUE. This colour is chosen as the colour of the month at Life in Colour, and is furthermore the favourite colourof Jude, the author of that blog.
A quick visit of my photo folders gave me enough blue photos to last me a year of Sundays. Here are some of them.
This also links up with Sunday Selections, hosted by Elephant's Child.

What is more blue than a cornflower - my favourite flower.

This time it's the pot, not the flowers.

Weaving rag rugs - blue of course.

Blue from cabbage boiling - unfortunately not a durable colour.

Tea bag wrappers made into a bowl - mostly blue of course.

And my very own Hashi-bukuro (Chopstick wrapper) called Ame / Rain.

And last, but not least the grumpy GardenOwl.

Removing CAPTCHAs and Moderating Old Posts

Sometimes, no often, I give up commenting on blogs where you have to click all fire hydrants, cross walks, bridges, stairs, palm trees or something like it. I can't see well enough to find them all, and invariably have to go through this ordeal four times or more to comment.
Could you please remove them?

But then you say - old posts: people put ads for this and that, bits and bobs, hate speech, Boomer removers, political statements or financial 'aid'.

The solution is to put your older posts on moderation, not your new ones.

Look here. I know it's in Danish - changing the language settings to English  keeps my Blogger in Danish, and makes my mail program unable to find the Trash folder - but why❓
The placement of the selections are the same, and I translated the relevant words.

Now everybody can comment, but if someone comments on an old post, the comment are quarantined, I am notified via e-mail, and can delete or set free the comment.
This works for me. And I hope for my readers as well.