why was it
he invented dynamite
and then
in regret instigated a prize
for literature and peace
how could he forget
to name a prize
for Christmas present rhyme
Some things are just prize less, ha de Gött!
cringed rhyme on a package oversized shopping mall Santa ho, ho, hoo sleigh bells and jingles wailed to pieces White Christmas blasting from cracked speaker membrane frantic blipping red hot gold cards twinkling blank eyes, pulling arms perfect Disney tree in Hong Kong plastic coloured balls and flashing lights hurry hurry get some more you better buy for goodness sake keep those wheels turning get in that Christmas spirit
It’s a holiday, not a contest, ha de Gött Christmas.
The forester planted a seed and it sprung from the ground. He was pleased and nurtured the plant. Watched as it grew, shooting branches with foliage so green. He was widely praised for this beautiful tree and its fast growth. Pleased he sat down to closely watch over his tree.
Slowly the colours changed. Deep healthy green faded in to yellow and red. The forester franticly ran with buckets of water and fertilizer to bring back the green. Branches started to come off so he started to trim them to save what was healthy. All he could hear was dissatisfied grunts.
Slowly the tree withered and died. With heavy heart and tears in his eyes he walked away. Fingers pointing in discontent. On top of the hill he turned around to see. To see what was left of his tree. The dense forest around blocked his view. Blocking the sun rays.
Stay focused but don’t forget to look up, ha de Gött!
Doors possibilities corridor risk to be taken choose wisely the one to open shut in the face lock and key take a closer look unknown unlock don't be a knob handle with care hinge the heart wide open
Walk right in, ha de Gött!
Bent, but never broken
a tug of war
with the fierce
south west winds
Bent, but never broken
a seek to sky
branch by branch
in springtime sun
Bent, but never broken
a year to year
annual rings
wind shaped Bonsai
Stand tall, ha de Gött!
Abandoned farm that slowly the forest takes back. Who lived here and why did they leave. Was it a big lively family laughing around the dinner table after a hard days work. Children grew up and went away to university and high payed jobs in the city, even to the other side of the world, maybe Down Under?
The old couple staying on until their bodies gave in to age. Now sitting in the retirement home with their memories. Memories of the cows mooing a salute for the early morning milking. The smell of warm stable on a cold winter morning. Pigs grunting as they slowly wake up ready to be feed. Laughter from children playing hide and seek at the forest edge. A gentle kiss and a caress over her pregnant belly.
The fading photo of a smiling family in front of the farm silently slips from her hand as she falls asleep in the chair.
Happiness is a retrospect, ha de Gött!
autumn in the meadow
shade from oak, and linden tree
what hides there, in the dark
fairies and trolls, can’t you see
at night they dance, to mark
autumn in the meadow
Let your imagination run wild, ha de Gött!
Dhole (Cuon alpinus) or Asiatisk Vildhund are native to central and southeast Asia. With no surprise it has several other names in English, Asian wild dog, Asiatic wild dog, Indian wild dog, whistling dog, red dog, and mountain wolf. It is, as the names suggest, related to Wolfs and domesticated Dogs. A highly social creature living in large clans in strict hierarchies.
Also this is an endangered species with less than 2 500 individuals left. Loss of habitat and trnsfered diseases from domestic dogs are some of the factors contributing to its decline. Also competition over prey from tigers and leopards in tropical regions.
Bark at the moon, ha de Gött!
Karljohansvamp (Boletus edulis) or in English cep, penny bun, porcino or porcini. Introduced to the Swedish cuisine by the, from France, imported king, Karl XIV Johan. From then on it has been called Karljohansvamp.
Karl XIV Johan was born 1736 as Jean Bernadotte in Pau, France. He became king of Sweden and Norway in 1818. On the throne until 1844 when he passed away at Stockholm Castle.
Eat like a king, have some mushroom. Ha de Gött!
I must be an optimist. Left early from work, thinking I could get some cool storm pictures before dark. The hope was that there would be an opening with rays of light in the thick clouds before sunset.
Normally there is a 25 minutes drive home, but today! All slow traffic possible was out on the roads. Swedish is a language rich of curses and swear words so after 45 minutes I think I had them all covered. Finally got home, changed clothes and grabbed my camera. Got in the car for the normally, five minutes drive to the nature preserve. Guess what! Slow traffic had all decided this was the road to drive down. They even stopped in the middle of the road for a nice chat with the oncoming slow traffic. I know some swear words in Finnish and Norwegian, so I used them also.
Now there was only a ten minutes walk to the roaring sea. Nope! After a week of rain the paths were flooded and muddy. The smooth rocks was like soaped bathtubs. Light was now fading fast as the, wished for, opening in the clouds turned into a closing. I managed to get one, yes one, decent shot and then it was lights out. Still I managed to get back to the car, without falling into the mud or break any bones slipping around on the soapy rocks.
Exercise is good for you, ha de Gött!
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