Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.”
― Caleb Reese
Arches
Shadow from the sun
Eternally scorching
On the benches
Under the arches
There you find cool respite
Poetry of Everything
Posted in Fandom
“I have in sincerity pledged myself to your service, as so many of you are pledged to mine. Throughout all my life and with all my heart I shall strive to be worthy of your trust” Queen Elizabeth II
Still Reigning: Queen Elizabeth II
Who would have thought
Of being in the same job
For some sixty five years
– Surely worth some cheers
You’re part of the folk
Even cracked a few jokes
You got street smarts
And certainly won our hearts
Pink, purple or blue
To name but a few
The colours like your spirit
Would inspire many lyrics
Wishes for
Many more
Years of reign
Hear our hail:
Long Live the Queen!
Check out excellent photos of my home town by a fellow blogger!
You gotta love big, buff guys sportin’ pageboys and holding glowing globes. I mean, really. And you’ll find these stoic, Prince Valiant look-alikes standing guard in front of Helsinki’s Central Railway Station.
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Posted in Daily Incidents
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday: We meet again!
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Working Seats
Street artist at work
Regular as clockwork
Doing a lot of footwork
While showing off his artwork
Some done with brushwork
Some even woodwork
In an other life a clerk
Did a lot of paperwork
Now, on the street to network
Hoping to sell his handiwork
If you wont buy,
Then maybe you’re a jerk
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Working Seats
Welcome to the thrift shop
We got knick-knacks of all sorts
Selling, selling, sold
The saleslady ever so bold
But sometimes
The time flies
Sooner or later, off her feet she falls
Then, the little chair her calls
“Admit your defeat,
Get off your feet,
And just take, a seat,
It’s no big leap
To sit down
And maybe, just tweet”
Posted in Celebration
Runeberg Torte Day aka Johan Ludvig Runeberg Day (1804–1877)
National celebration in Finland
From the Finnish National Anthem
“Our land, our land, our fatherland,
Sound loud, O name of worth!
No mount that meets the heaven’s band.
No hidden vale, no wavewashed strand.
Is loved, as is our native North. Our own forefathers’ earth.
Johan Ludvig Runeberg
Runeberg Torte: In honour of the Finnish poet Johan Ludvig Runeberg (1804–1877)
Runeberg torte is a Finnish pastry flavored with almonds and arrack or rum and it weighs about 100 grams. Raspberry jam inside a sugar ring is commonly placed on top of the tart.
The torte got its name from the Finnish poet Johan Ludvig Runeberg (1804–1877) who, according to legend, enjoyed the torte with punsch for every breakfast. Runeberg tortes are typically eaten only in Finland and are generally available in stores from the beginning of January to Runeberg’s birthday on February 5.
Delicious!