Saturday, 19 April 2014

Bum gardening

Yes. Bum gardening.

My favourite garden discipline. Which basically means you're sitting leisurely on your bum, enjoying the sunshine and the bird song, while you're pulling up weeds.

It beats meditation, hands down, and is also known as "dirt therapy".


I posted about this on facebook earlier today and a bit later it struck me that I haven't really come across this in any of the gardening books I've devoured over the years. Could it be that I am a first-mover here? Should I copyright it, take a year off to write a book about it, and become a millionaire??  (@N ~ we'll split the profits)

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If you are not the kind of person who enjoys digging the soil, neighbour cat is here to demonstrate other ways of enjoying a garden:



Jeg skrev om "bum gardening" på facebook i dag. Altså - havearbejde som foregår siddende på måsen mens man hiver ukrudt op og - ganske gratis, uden assistance af meditationsguruer eller mindfulness coaches - lader tankerne strømme frit i hovedet.

Hvad skal det mon hedde på dansk?  Jeg kan ikke lige komme på et ord, som falder i min smag. Hjælp søges.

I øvrigt slog det mig, at jeg ikke er stødt på fænomenet i nogen af de havebøger jeg har læst gennem tiden. Og det er jo ellers det vigtigste overhovedet i en have - at hygge sig i den.  Hyggen behøver forresten slet ikke at involvere egentligt arbejde. Se bare nabokat demonstrere ....

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Sprogblomster

Har været på påske-visit hos familien Hittemis. Er blevet kravlet på, tvangsindlagt til leg, og udsat for verdens største knus - alt sammen af min tre-årige Hitteniece. Tre-årige hjerner er sære, men fascinerende. De skifter konstant mellem en himmelråbende mangel på logik - og en helt overdreven udvisning af samme. Fx har hun været på besøg på en gård hvor de red på heste. I den anledning var hun iført "kasket-cykelhjelm". Altså ridehjelm, men totalt logisk beskrivelse hvis man ikke lige kendte dét ord. 

Hun præsenterede også sine dukker for mig. Den ene hedder Ruth! Er det bare mig, eller er det ikke et spøjst navn til en dukke? Ruth blev introduceret med både for- og efternavn. Den anden dukke hedder bare Småkage :-)

På et tidspunkt kaldte jeg hende (ikke dukken, altså) for "yndlings-niecen". Senere på aftenen spurgte hun sin mor hvorfor Tante Tine havde kaldt hende for sin yndlings-næse :-)

Ganz fantastisch. Turen bød også på fødselsdagsvisit hos nu 94-årig mormor samt indtagelse af en hel flaske portvin. Det her påskeferie er lige til at holde til ...

        zzzzzzzz.......


Have been visiting friends with kids. Am endlessly fascinated by how 3-yr-old brains manage to combine a complete lack of reason with the most baffling yet impeccable logic. Alas - most of the linguistic acrobatics are un-translatable :-(  sorry

Am off work this week. Plans involve gardening + perhaps a mini road trip with my family. We'll see where we end up. Happy Easter!!


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Thursday, 10 April 2014

So, what's with the whole New Year in March thing?



Min ferie i Iran faldt meget belejligt sammen med det persiske nytår - som tidligere nævnt er vi nu i år 1393. Nytåret fejres ved forårsjævndøgn og kaldes Norouz, hvilket lodret oversat betyder Ny Dag.  Det er en rigtig forårsfejring, og en af de allervigtigste "komponenter" er Haft Seen bordet, så det skal vi en tur forbi nu.

Hurtig opsummering: Haft betyder 7, Seen er bogstavet S, så på bordet er der 7 ting som starter med S som symboliserer forskellige ting for det nye år.  Jeg så dog nogle borde hvor jeg helt sikkert talte mere end 7 ting, så man kan godt fortolke det lidt frit. Nedenfor er et udvalg af "S'er" + nogle andre ting som gerne skal med på bordet.

@ N ~ I think I promised you a walk through the Iranian "Haft Seen" table which is an essential part of their New Year's celebrations, and that is what we are going to do today. The Persian New Year is celebrated at the spring equinox and it is called Norouz which translates directly as New Day.

Haft means 7 and Seen is the letter S - so, basically (as I wrote before), the table is decorated with seven things that all start with S and all symbolise something special for the new year.

To be honest, on quite a few tables I spotted more than 7 s'es so you can "customise" this quite a bit I think :-)    The list below also has more than seven items on it ... and there are a few extras which also go on the table.

Pari's Haft Seen table

Goltala's Haft Seen table
(a more manageable size for someone like me :-)

Goltala's Grandma's Haft Seen table

Haft Seen display at a café in Tehran





First thing on the list is the SABZEH - sprouts. Usually wheat, but also sometimes lentils or mung beans or something like that. This symbolises rebirth.


SABZEH
spirede hvedekerner eller bønner,
som symboliserer genfødsel

Then there is SEEB, apples, which symbolise beauty and health. Apologies for the bad pic.

SEEB - æbler, som symboliserer skønhed og
helbred. Fotografen beklager billedkvaliteten.


Next up is SENJED which is some sort of dried fruit (symbolises love), SERKEH - vinegar (symbolises age and patience), and SOMAGH - sumac, a type of spice (the sunrise)

SENJED - en slags tørret frugt som symboliserer kærlighed
SERKEH - eddike (i gamle dage var det vist vin, men
det er ikke lige sagen nutildags) som symboliserer
alder(dom) og tålmodighed
SOMAGH - et krydderi, som symboliserer solopgangen



Then we have SAMANOO which is a kind of sweet creamy "pudding" made from wheat germ -I think- (symbolises affluence), SIR - garlic, pronounced [seer] (symbolises medicine), and SEKKEH - coins (symbolise wealth/prosperity)

SAMANOO - en cremet sød sag, lavet af spirede
hvedekerner (jeg har ikke helt forstået hvordan), som
symboliserer velstand
SIR - hvidløg; symboliserer medicin 
SEKKEH - mønter, som symboliserer rigdom

Other things you may like to have on your Haft Seen table: the Koran. A book of poems by Hafez. Candles. A mirror. Flowers. Decorated eggs. And GOLD FISH!!


Du kan også dekorere dit Haft Seen bord med: en bog (typisk Koranen, eller en bog af Irans nationaldigter Hafez). Stearinlys. Et spejl. Blomster. Malede eller pyntede æg (påskeæg :-).  Og naturligvis GULDFISK.

Hvis guldfiskene fra sidste nytår er døde, kan du nok få fat i en ny. I hvert fald hvis du bor i Iran.

And don't worry if last year's goldfish didn't make it (they usually don't).  It's quite easy to get hold of a new one:



Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Humans of Iran

Hold da op. Det er næsten 2 uger siden jeg kom hjem fra ferie - hvor blev tiden lige af? Hvad har jeg lavet?  (Den sidste er nem. Jeg har arbejdet. Og hygget mig)   Har I det godt?

Jeg har også siddet og kigget billeder. Pyh, der er mange - kan I huske dengang man havde filmruller og virkelig var nøjeregnende med de billeder man tog?  Efter digitalkameraets indtog er det ligesom sket lidt med det...  Men deles skal de, i hvert fald nogle stykker.

@ N ~ I can't believe it's been two weeks since I came home.  I very much have an I-hit-the-ground-running feeling - it's all good but a bit non-stop.  How are you??

I've been going through all the pics I took. Gosh - there are many. Remember when we had cameras that used film rolls, and how we (or I, at least) were really careful with how many pictures we took? That sort of went out the window for me when I got my first digital camera ...

One of the very best things about Iran is actually not all the popular tourist sights (of which I didn't see that many on this trip - that is for next time). It's not even the food. It's the people.  I've been to a few different countries around the globe and Iranians are hands down some of the most welcoming people I've ever come across. I swear, if hospitality was a competition in the Olympics they would win gold every time.

I'll try and get a few more blog posts with pictures up over the next few days. Enjoy the faces :-)









Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Too obvious perhaps?

I dag gav jeg flødeboller på kontoret.

I vores biks er det en uofficiel regel, at graviditeter annonceres ved at den kommende moder/fader giver flødeboller. Jeg syntes det var en genial ting at diske op med 1. april.

Lige nøjagtig 4 mennesker hoppede på den.  Er muligvis ikke helt skruk-agtig nok til at kunne slippe afsted med lige netop dén aprilsnar. Bedre held næste år, Tine.

@ N ~ at our office, the unofficial rule of how to announce a pregnancy is treating everyone to a special Danish sweet which is a sort of chocolate covered meringue puff-ish thingy.  Whenever an e-mail is sent round with that in the subject line, congratulations abound.

I thought it would be a great April Fool's joke.  So I brought "flodeboller" to the office and sent out the e-mail.

4 people fell for it. Four.  Am obviously not the kind of girl who can get away with that particular joke. Now have 12 months to think of similar non-successful prank :-)

I am not pregnant.
But I can eat just about as many of these
as you care to throw at me.



Monday, 31 March 2014

Mormor

Søndag var fla'-u'-dag. Efter en enkelt dag hjemme på matriklen gik turen mod Kbh hvor der var firmadag med leverandør-workshops hele dagen, og middag, drinks og FEST om aftenen :-)

Fabelagtig god dag som endte med ømme fusser og træt hoved, præcis som det skal være. Søndag var det tåget da jeg kom hjem, og det kaldte jo nærmest på en lur. Da jeg vågnede var tågen væk, den sidste feriedag ligeså, og i dag har hverdagen så meldt sig med eftertryk. Kære Lufthansa, hvis I vil droppe denne uges strejke, ville det ikke gøre mig noget. 

@N ~ after one day at home I travelled to Copenhagen on Saturday for a full day of supplier workshops followed by company party, dinner, drinks and DANCE in the evening. Fab day; my feet were killing me by the end of it. When I came home Sunday the weather was really foggy which I took as a hint that I should snuggle up on the couch. When I woke up, the fog was gone and so was most of the day. This morning the alarm went off at 5, and now I'm well and truly back in the swing of things. On that note: dear Lufthansa, should you feel like cancelling this week's strike, I won't mind at all :-)

My Saturday night:

My Sunday afternoon:

Bemærk slumretæppet - det er strikket af Familien Hittemis' Mormor, som jeg også får lov at "låne" lidt. Hun er en dejlig dame som bl.a. engang, da jeg kortvarigt brokkede mig over mangel på kvalificerede mandfolk sagde: ved du hvad, egentlig er du jo forskånet for meget. Dejlig mormor :-)

@N ~ my cozy blanket was knitted by my friend's Granny. She's an awesome old lady who once, when I moaned about the lack of eligible men, said "you know, all things considered, you're spared a lot of trouble". She's great :-)


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Friday, 28 March 2014

The loot

First suitcase delivered on door step before I woke up this morning. Second suitcase (which was mistakenly not loaded on delivery truck) came just now, delivered by a guy in his own car on way home from work. Good service ! 
Have unpacked now - it's clear that I tend to buy edible souvenirs ...



Souvenirs fra Iran (forsinkede kufferter ankommet i god behold)