Lungwort
My New Year posting made me read up a bit on the French revolutionary calendar. It turns out that each day was associated with an animal, a plant, a mineral or a tool. I was born on 19th Pluviôse 180, so according to Wikipedia, I was born on the day of the lungwort. Not sure whether that’s better or worse than having been born on the day of the cow (Phyllis), the cat (Miriam), the apricot (Sebastian), the silkworm (Mum), or the nightingale (Dad).
Oh. That’s a nice day for me. I love apricots a lot. Just a pity I’m not living in their homeland (Hunagry) where they are bigger and sweeter then ever possible to get them in Denmark.
I’m not too happy about being a cow I must say, though if I go with Sebastian’s logic, I could content myself with the fact that I do enjoy a nice steak! But I would rather be a flower or a fruit or a fluffy kitten. What would my kids be, Thomas?
Hmmmm, I didn’t know you were supposed to eat your French totem… Can you eat lungwort?
Marcel is cherry, Charlotte is marble, and Léon is amaranth (pigweeds).
Sebastian, btw, have you been to Hungary for ages? Isn’t it about time you showed your sons the country? After all, they are 25% Hungarian.
Oh, and Sebastian, in case you wonder about your kids: Søren is born on le Jour des Récompenses, and I don’t think anything is associated with that, and Peter is leadworts (dentelaire in French – don’t know about Danish).
Nej det er meget længe siden desværre; men de ved det godt i det mindste. Men gide rdu oversætte alle de der dage til dansk?
Cow betyder ‘ko’, og apricot ‘abrikos’. Eller mente du leadworts? I så fald må jeg skuffe dig – jeg aner det ikke.
nie hätte ich mir träumen lassen, dass ich zur Nachtigall gehöre. Schön.