wordsfromanneli

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Y is for Yule

Yule is a celebration of the winter solstice as well as the Christian holiday we usually call Christmas.

Often you may hear about yule logs being placed on the fire in the fireplace. Basically that’s just a big piece of firewood, usually oak, burned around Christmas time. In days of old, people saved a piece of the previous year’s yule log to start the new fire.

My favourite yule logs are the kind I can eat. They have dates and coconut in them.

If you’d like to get the recipe for them, please check my post from a few years ago.

 

Yule Love Yule Logs

Y is for yule.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

 


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W is for Winter

“First it rained and then it blew;
Then it friz and then it snew;
Then it fogged and then it thew;
And very shortly after then
It blew and snew and thew again.”

I don’t know who wrote that poem, but I think it has been around a very long time.

Also, I should mention that these photos are from six years ago and are not a true reflection of the weather here today.

 

W is for winter.


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U is for UFO

With all the drones flying around over North America, doing “who-knows-what?” I started to wonder if any of them were UFOs.

It’s not such a crazy idea and I’ll tell you why.

A few years ago, I listened to some of the UN speeches on TV. I had the closed captioning feature turned on in case I missed anything they said. I found out that some countries like Cuba, Venezuela, and a couple of others have their food brought in from very far away. Now, I must stress that only a few countries are doing this.

Apparently they have a UFO bringing potatoes in from some other planet, or maybe even from another galaxy. But why just them? Why do they get special potatoes brought in from far away?

Well, the closed captioning said it’s because these countries have …

a disc tater ship. Honestly! That’s what the closed captioning said: “These countries pretend to have a democracy when in fact they have a disc tater ship.”

I always KNEW there was life beyond our Earth!

 

U is for UFO.


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S is for Squirrel Babies

Just to set the record straight before you read and look at the photos – these are the baby squirrels from a couple of years ago. There were no babies this year that I know of.

 

“Come on, you guys! It’s lonely at the top.”

“Let’s wrestle.”

“We need a referee.”

“You go down and tell him to come up while I find a referee’s chair for him to sit on up high.”

“Aw, come on! Stop playing hard to get.”

“I don’t want to be referee. It’s too boring.”

“Let’s play tag instead.”

“You’re it.”

S is for squirrel babies.

 


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R is for Raccoon

Reggie Raccoon is honoured to be the selection for the letter R in our countdown.

He’s waiting for that woman with the camera to go away before he’ll come down from the safety of the tree.

Next time he’ll only visit after dark when there is no danger of getting his photo taken, and when that curious Emma-dog is in the house.

That might be a good time to check out the garbage can by the back door. Last time there was a stick of pepperoni. The wind helped knock the can over, and I had a buffet midnight snack.

R is for Reggie the raccoon.


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Q is for Quail and Quince

The quince was beautiful when it was in bloom last summer.

Quentin the quail used to come visit  and hang around under it.

You may remember that he was the last of the many quail that used to live around here until our area got built up and turned into a dog walk for the subdivision about half a mile away. Quail and dogs on the loose just don’t mix, and the quail were the losers.

I last saw Quentin about a year ago, and I’m sure he has gone to quail heaven now.

But I loved having him around for visits now and then while he was still alive.

Q is for Quentin Quail in the quince.


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P is for Pileated Woodpeckers, Pam and Patrick

“Ooh!” says Pam. “I see that handsome Patrick. See his red cheek slash? So manly!”

“Oh, Patrick! Do you like my little red Christmas hat?”

“Meh – it’s not bad, I guess,” says Patrick. “Wanna come down here and get some bugs out of this stump?”

“Actually, I think I see some at the end of this raised bed,” says Pam.

“Hmm. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. I’m not very good at this dating stuff.”

“Hmpf! Pam is playing hard-to-get. I’ll show her…as soon as I get that pesky bug off my shoulder…. Maybe she thinks I have dandruff.”

P is for Pam and Patrick the pileated woodpeckers. I’m sure they’ll find each other eventually.

 


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O is for Octopus

Octo is for the eight arms of Oscar the Octopus. That’s a lot of knitting for Christmas mittens.

Did you know that the giant Pacific octopus ( Enteroctopus dofleini) usually weighs up to 33  lbs. and has a tentacle (arm) spread of about 14 feet?

But the heaviest and largest scientifically recorded octopus of this species weighed 157 lbs. Claims have been made of even larger octopuses, but these have not been documented.

The smallest octopus (Octopus wolfi) is a tiny little fellow weighing only one gram. (It would take 454 of them to make a pound.) It is only about an inch long.

Most octopuses have a mild venom in them, but are not out to hurt people. However, the four types of blue-ringed octopuses (Hapalochlaena) can inflict a deadly bite, injecting a toxin called tetrodotoxin which can paralyze muscle and prevent breathing. If the victim of a bite from a blue-ringed octopus can get to a hospital immediately, and be kept breathing artificially, he may be able to recover within about 24 hours. Many of these blue-ringed octopuses are found near Australia.

There is so much more to know about octopuses – their relatively short lifespan, their method of defense by squirting ink. They are fascinating creatures (and so tasty to eat – sorry, Oscar).

Now to lighten your mood, here is a poem by Ogden Nash about:

The Octopus

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,

Is those things arms, or is they legs?

I marvel at thee, Octopus,

If I were thou, I’d call me Us.

 

by Ogden Nash

O is for Oscar the Octopus