Chapter Break Filler - Round 2

[midwestmutt]

Life moves at a crawl.
'Til you're old when all speeds by.
2020--NOT!

[Róisín]

Midwestmutt, I feel your haiku! Who was that English poet who wrote: ‘The more we live, more brief appear/Our life’s succeeding stages./ A day, to childhood, seems a year,/ And years like passing ages.’ And then later in the poem ‘Why, as we near the falls of death,/ Feel we the current swifter?’.

Mirasol, thanks for the info! The name makes sense, since it is the smallest of the sorrels, and is certainly sour enough to deserve the name. It tastes like lemony spinach.

It always amuses me, when I am teaching bushcraft classes and showing people wild foods, to see their expressions when they taste this plant, usually considerable surprise followed by delight, especially from the children!

[JoB]

Mirasol, sheep sorrel does grow in Germany, mostly as a field weed. I think the name was something like kleine sauerampfer?

Yup, sheep sorrel = Rumex acetosella = Kleiner Sauerampfer. Though I have to say that the drawing reminds me more of Rumex acetosa (common sorrel, Wiesen-Sauerampfer).

And we couldn't get rid of'em if we tried, if I read the relevant parts of those Wikipedia pages correctly.

just "Sauerampfer" has to be spelled with a capital letter since it´s a noun (that´s such a weird rule...)

It's a compound noun and both parts get Rashed capitalized, so "a small sheep sorrel" actually is "ein kleiner Kleiner Sauerampfer".

(Q: How do you find out whether a mathematician is famous, or even very famous, among mathematicians?
A: The famous ones have stuff named after them, even though few mathematicians name their discoveries after themselves from the get-go. The very famous ones have their German colleagues put that in lowercase, like a proper adjective: Riemannsche Vermutung, but abelsche Gruppe.)

(Edit to weed out invasive typo)

[midwestmutt]

Midwestmutt, I feel your haiku! Who was that English poet who wrote: ‘The more we live, more brief appear/Our life’s succeeding stages./ A day, to childhood, seems a year,/ And years like passing ages.’ And then later in the poem ‘Why, as we near the falls of death,/ Feel we the current swifter?’.

Mirasol, thanks for the info! The name makes sense, since it is the smallest of the sorrels, and is certainly sour enough to deserve the name. It tastes like lemony spinach.

It always amuses me, when I am teaching bushcraft classes and showing people wild foods, to see their expressions when they taste this plant, usually considerable surprise followed by delight, especially from the children!

And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you bloody well die.--Isn't it Grand Boys--a very Irish song.

[Mirasol]

Yup, sheep sorrel = Rumex acetosella = Kleiner Sauerampfer. Though I have to say that the drawing reminds me more of Rumex acetosa (common sorrel, Wiesen-Sauerampfer).

Well, I tried  :'D

It's a compound noun and both parts get Rashed capitalized, so "a small sheep sorrel" actually is "ein kleiner Kleiner Sauerampfer".

(Q: How do you find out whether a mathematician is famous, or even very famous, among mathematicians?
A: The famous ones have stuff named after them, even though few mathematicians name their discoveries after themselves from the get-go. The very famous ones have their German colleagues put that in lowercase, like a proper adjective: Riemannsche Vermutung, but abelsche Gruppe.)

One day will come the day where I understand the grammar of my own native language. Today is not the day...

[Vulpes]

Phocena, that's a very true-to-Lalli scene. Such a hard road to travel! No wonder he hides under beds.

Midwestmutt, your haiku always make me smile!

[Róisín]

Heh, I know, and sing, Isn’t It Grand. Funny song. Though I learned it in Outback Australia. Along with The municipal Dunny  Cart,  sung to the tune of Ghost Riders in the Sky.

[Vulpes]

Had a sudden image float across my mind and tried to capture it:

Mikkel cursed under his breath. He did not have the build for this nonsense! Why had he insisted on this mad errand? He lifted his head, looking ahead at the bobbing backsides of his companions making their way quickly and quietly along the half-collapsed passage. His backpack caught on a beam, reminding him that he was the one carrying nearly all the equipment. He sighed, knowing he had no choice, wanted no other choice, but to stay with this haphazard family he had adopted. He unhooked the pack, tried to make himself as small as possible, and crawled on.

Edited to... well, edit. Made it a drabble.

[Jitter]

Vulpes, how sweet of him! I kind of think of him like that too. He loves to hate the stunts the four kids around him pull.

Midwestmutt, thank you for another haiku to make us smile!

I'm thinking of the opposite end of life here Or two lives to be exact.

Crawl

Oh Mielikki help me with these two! I know they are too young to communicate, or to plan for that matter. But I swear they crawl to opposite directions every single time! Surely it can’t be just coincidence? And how is it possible to crawl so incredibly fast on such tiny plump little hands and feet?

“Jukka, no, you can’t touch that! It will sting! Juha, don’t push the…” *CRASH*

Breath in deep. Repeat: twins are a double blessing. Twins are a double blessing. Twins are a... seriously, if Hilja doesn’t return from her trip soon, I will put them into the firewood basket. With a lid on top!

[Mirasol]

Midwestmutt, once again nice Haiku that made me smile too! I´m running out of words to describe it...

Vulpes your story is so sweet, and Jitter, I laughed out loud at yours. :'D For the best of everyone involved I hope Hilja returens soon...

[Vulpes]

Ha, Jitter, that's great! 

Interesting that you and Mirasol both used "sweet" to describe my little snapshot. Not what I had in my mind, but now that I re-read it, okay, I guess he's being sweet. Thanks for the insight.

[Jitter]

I first thought she’d threaten to put them into a bag that hangs from a roofbeam, but every way I tried to write it shortly and naturally, it looked like she was planning to hang the kids in the other way 

[phocena]

EEEEE... so many new posts! It's like christmas morning!

midwestmutt, you are so good at capturing everything so succinctly (and with lots of wit I may add)!

Vulpes, Nice to see Mikkel cares about the rest of the group! And admitting to himself that he depends of them is really sweet.

Jitter, that was such an endearing interpretation of crawl! I couldn't have possibly imagined how dark it could've been. Haha, reminds me of how hard it was to care for me as a toddler. My parents told me I was running at 10 months... good thing there wasn't two of me

[Jitter]

Yeah, I’m a mother of two, so... at least they aren’t twins!

[Róisín]

My five are more spread out, but they kept me busy! Frantic! They are all grown now, in their forties and fifties.