Tag Archive for ‘Life’

Blogging

Blogging

Last month I got notice from WP that I had been blogging for a full year now. So it is probably time to write about, blogging.

My blog was originally about writing but has now evolved to my new found interest of photography. I think everybody involved in something creative experience blockage from time to time and so do I. Good thing I have many pictures to choose from. I would like to be able to do more writing but having a full time job makes it a challenge.

Interact with my fellow bloggers is what I like most. Not that I have become a “like” junkie. But it is quite pleasing to see that someone actually see what I put up. The hardest part is commenting on others blog posts. Especially poetry as it is quite new to me, even if I did lots of rhyme with my children. Some really poor puns too. Sometimes I refrain from a comment just because I’m afraid it would be misunderstood. After all English is not my native language and I speak better than I write. So sorry if I offended anybody with my deranged humor in any comment.

Other times I just don’t comment as I don’t have anything clever to say. I wonder if it is better to just make a, well done or good, comment. Can I do that with someone writing excellent poetry or take way better photos than me? What do you think?

I’d like to thank my WordPress community, no one mentioned, none forgotten, for helping me develop my creative side. Ha de Gött!

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Daisy

Daisy

Daisy (bellis perenis) a little beautiful flower with a name for a cow. In Swedish “Tusensköna”. A bit more poetic using the Haddock translation technique. Split the word in two parts “tusen” and “sköna” then translate. Then it becomes the flower of Thousand Beauties. A bit more poetic, don’t you think.

Don’t get me wrong. I love cows, grew up on a farm with cows, several of them named Daisy. So stay tuned. To make the balance right I will try to come up with a cow poem in the future. Muu! Ha de Gött!

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Sea Campion

Sea Campion

In Swedish this is named “Strandglim” (Silene uniflora) and it is very common on the beaches around Sweden. It is a herb that thrive in the poor soil at beaches and rocks. This specimen had a little visitor, a beetle. Don’t know if it is John, Paul, Ringo or George, but I hope he comes out with some flower power. Ha de Gött!

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Cuckoo Flower

Cuckoo Flower

Dear child has many names as the Swedish proverb goes. This little flower (Cardamine pratensis) must be loved in the English speaking world. I could find four, Cuckoo flower, Lady’s smock, Mayflower, or Milkmaids. In Swedish “Ängsbräsma”.

Cuckoo flower makes my imagination go, cuckoo. Referring of coarse to the film “One flew over the cuckoos’s nest” from 1975 with Jack Nicholson and directed by Milos Foreman. I quite often feel I would fit right in there, and I guess if you read by blogs you know what I mean.

Lady’s smock. Don’t know if I dare to go there. Moving along smartly to the Mayflower. Yes it starts to bloom in May so the name makes perfect sense but that’s no fun. Instead thinking of the famous ship that sailed from England to North America. Imagine the scene when they arrive and being greeted on the beach by John Wayne saying “Howdy, pilgrim”.

Milkmaids. Oh, the scene with milkmaids walk giggling over the field with buckets in their hands. Sun is shining from a clear blue sky, cows moo to be milked. Bee’s buzzing around the flowers and a cool breeze tangles the girls hair. The milk makes that special noise as it sprays to the bottom of the tin buckets. Giggling continues as they talk about this evenings dance and the boys there.

Well that’s another story. Ha de Gött!

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Beverages

Beverages

Whiskey, beer and gin
that can't really be a sin
sink down some pints of ale
mouth becomes full of tale
even Jesus had some wine
true, several tellers intertwine
all needs to taken with moderation
else drive the toilet seat, no hesitation
credit card in the bar sail astray
more stories to tell at the hallway
last night to this was tempted
now, gut wrong way needs to be emptied
in a bucket full of sorrow
wish there be no tomorrow

Please drink responsibly, ha de Gött!

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Dandelion

Dandelion

Dandelion (taraxacum). This bright yellow flower has a bad name for some. With its extremely successful survival strategy it’s considered a weed. Many gardeners have cursed it with aching backs and hurting knees. With the thick leafs it can suffocate surrounding plants and completely take over the garden. In Swedish it is called “maskros” and that translates, with my usual creativity to “worm rose”.

Some love this flower. Children love to see how the seeds fly away like paratroopers in the warm summer wind. The grassing animals eat it with pleasure, I think. With its long roots it has a good resilience to dry weather. Bees also like it and many think that the honey tastes better. Again a reason for the gardeners to dislike it. Once the bees got the taste set on the dandelion they don’t do their job pollinating the fruit trees. Ha de Gött!

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Lily of the valley

Lily of the valley

Lily of the valley (Convallaria majalis). This shy little flower is absolutely beautiful with its small white flowers and green leafs. But be careful with the innocent bride look. It is quite toxic and can give you problems like nausea, vomiting and irregular heartbeats. Sounds like a good wedding party.

There is maybe a good murder story with lily of the valley salad after a few years as married. Ha de Gött!

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scurvy-grass

scurvy-grass

Scurvy-Grass (Cochlearia officinalis) I think it is. It was really hard to find out. As you can see it also has a little visitor. Drawn to it sweetness. Please don’t bug me for the name of that bug. This little plant is eatable and was used to cure scurvy. It is even still sometimes used to make ale.

Scurvy was in the past a fear for all sailors. During long voyages the lack of vitamin C caused the teeth to come out and at worse death. In 1747 the Scottish marine doctor, James Lind, proved that scurvy could be treated with lemon juice.

If I was a sailor back in the day I’d prefer the ale. Hoist the Jolly Roger and ha de Gött!

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