Ⓐ - Ⓩ - 10. april - Ⓙ - Jordbær

Ⓙ er for jordbær.
     Uglemor elsker jordbær, Skribenten elsker jordbær. Ugleungerne elsker jordbær. Vi elsker alle sammen jordbær. Og når det ikke er sommer og vi kan spise friske jordbær, så spiser vi jordbærsyltetøj. Det allerbedste vi ved, er varme scones med jordbær-jordbærsyltetøj. Og nej, jeg er ikke begyndt at stamme. Jordbær nummer et er store, røde havejordbær, og jordbær nummer to er små, søde skovjordbær, som haven også er fuld af. Syltetøj kogt af de to slags jordbær sammen smager mere end dobbelt så godt.

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Ⓙ is for jordbær = strawberries.
MotherOwl likes strawberries.  The Writer likes strawberries. The Owlets like strawberries. We all like strawberries. And when it is not summer and we cam pick and eat fresh strawberries, we eat strawberry-jam. The very best is hot scones with strawberry-strawberry-jam. In the garden we have big, red and sweet strawberries of the garden variety, but we have also small, wild strawberries which are very fragrant and aromatic. Jam made from both of these together is so very good.

Haveuglen vogter havejordbærrene. 

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GardenOwl keeping watch over the garden strawberries.

 Frøen vogter skovjordbærrene.

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The frog guards the wild strawberries.

Words for Wednesday? Help needed.

I'm in doubt.
Should I post the next chapter in Susan's story? It's maybe the part of the story I like the best, and I honestly want to share with you.
But ... If I decide to make the story into a book, would my posting of this chapter maybe hinder the making of my story into a book?

• Should I stop posting my "auto-biography" all together and make it into a book?
• Or should I continue posting, hoping that when/if I ever make a book out of it, I can remove all (or at least most) traces of the story form the net?

I have other problems, albeit of a more mundane sort. I miss words. No matter how good my dictionary, how diligently I search the nooks and crannies of the Interweb, some words just elude me. Or rather, I'm unsure of the connotations, the value of these words in English.
 And in these #Metoo times the words they are a-changing.

• The bad man with sticky candy and maybe nothing underneath the trench-coat that our parents warned us against, what do you what did your parents call him? 

• And this piece of male wear. Connotations of progressive, in control but relaxed, cool. 

Ⓐ - Ⓩ 9. april - Ⓘ

Ⓘ er for ideer.
     Uglemor har masser af ideer. De fleste bliver aldrig til noget, for det er begrænset, hvor mange sære ideer et Uglebo har plads til. Og så er der kun 24 timer i et døgn.

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Ⓘ is for ideas.
MotherOwl has loads of ideas. Most of them never happens, as there's only so much space in the Owlery and MotherOwl's days have only 24 hours just like everybody else's.

     Hvad ser vi her: Et stykke af vores gårdsplads. Et hul i hegnet, bunker af fliser og forskellige underlige ting og sager. Det ser ikke helt sådan ud i Uglemors idéfyldte hjerne.

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This is a small part of the Owlery. Gravel covering the ground (to be weeded), a fence with a hole in it. Paving stones. Assorted objects of dubious use. This is not quite how it looks in MotherOwl's idea-laden brain.

Bedene er fulde af blomster. Hegnet er kommet på plads med en fin låge i, og til højre for lågen er der et bord med en vandbeholder til at skylle grøntsager, klamme havefingre og så videre i inden man går ind - eller inden man drikker kaffe ude i haven. De to sekskanter på jorden er fliser til at stå på.Sekskanten oppe på bordet er et vandkar. Nedenunder er der en ting med en dråbe på. Det skal forestille en Suikinkutsu. Det japanske ord betyder noget i stil med vandlydskrukke. Det er en have-indretning som består af en begravet krukke, hvor vanddråberne som falder ned i den, laver smukke lyde. Afløbet fra den skal danne en lille sø indenfor, til højre for lågen.

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The beds are filled with flowers - and no weeds. A fence in the very special blue colour from a garden in Germany is in place (not the right colour in the manipulated photo). To the right of the gate there's a table with a water container for the washing of fingers, vegetables and everything else in need of a  washing. The two hexagons in front of the table are stepping stones. The hexagon on top is the water container. The thing with a drop on it is a Suikinkutsu. This Japanese word means a water-music-jar. The drops of water makes pretty sounds when falling down into the jar. After making music the water runs into a small pond behind the fence to the right.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ - 8. april - Ⓗ - Huller

Ⓗ er for huller.
     Når man har en have, må man grave. Der er rødder der skal graves op, planter der skal plantes, vandhuller der skal laves og ind i mellem er der nogen der bare har lyst til at grave et hul.
      Den slags huller er som regel midlertidige. Måske skal pladsen i bedet bruges til noget andet, måske ligger hullet bare i vejen - nogen gange var det ligefrem det der var meningen med hullet; hvis det nu er en fælde, for eksempel. Uglemor er mere end en gang gået i fælder der var opstået sådan pludseligt. Der er dog aldrig sket værre ting end forskrækkelser og våde fødder.

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Ⓗ is for holes.
When you have a garden, you have to dig. Weeds have to be dug out, plants have to be planted, ponds have to be made, and sometimes somebody just feels like digging a hole.
The latter kind of holes are usually transient in nature. Maybe we want to use that place for something else, maybe the hole is in a wrong place. Sometimes holes are deliberately placed in wrong places, functioning as traps. MotherOwl has been caught in suddenly appearing holes several times; luckily with no more ill effects than a fright and wet feet.

Dette hul var et af de midlertidige huller. Det blev en del større, før det blev dækket til igen.

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This was one of those transient holes. It became a great deal larger before it disappeared.

Poetry Monday :: Lace

Delores of Mumblings and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey are taking turns hosting Poetry Monday.
Today's theme is Lace. (courtesy of Jenny).

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All shy and dreamy,
Dressed in white as a bride
Not just white - hints of creamy.
Trees adorn the country roadside.

Luminous as summer cloud.
- Country spring brings pretty things -
Minute flowers in a crowd
deck the branches every spring.

Whitish flowers in a haze
A sight to take our breath away
Nature makes the finest lace
Just to wilt within a day.