See below for translation
Pas en français
[Not in French]
I understand that French is all the rage right now, it seems that almost every second blog I read has a French feel to it. It’s delightful, and I am enamoured. Well, the burlap trend may be starting to wilt a little, thank goodness for that. I wondered how long the wedding favours made of burlap would last…hmmm.
But in Dutch:
I have a Dutch background, and so does Gar, so I have decided to forgo trends today, and go with a Dutch translation for my post headline. And have you ever used Google Translate? Oh my what fun, especially if you ask it to speak out loud. We learned French all the way through school, but not having a occasion to use it, mine is beyond rusty… So here I was translating languages, and having a great time, it’s good that Google can do this for me, my Dutch is even worse then my French.
What does the header say?
“Life began in a garden.”
In Dutch!
It’s one of my favourite quotes.
Time spent in a garden is never wasted:
We spend a lot of time in our little patio garden during the spring days, Gar is the muscle, and I am the designer. “Can you move that pot over here, no there, no….just a few inches over that way.” He’s very patient, and understanding, and did I mention strong?
He’s strong, and patient, and willing, and for a guy who really isn’t into plants he’s good.
Gar’s real idea of a dream garden might include a BBQ, maybe a fire pit. A place to relax, unwind, have a cool drink.
While my dream garden is replete with flowering plants, and secluded benches to while away the afternoon, I am sure that his isn’t.
And then we have the Boo, who’s idea of a garden is a little closer to the ground. Towering trees, and gracefully bending grasses to nibble on, leaves to chase. Places to have a secret nap, while keeping a close eye on us humans as we toil in the dirt.
It’s life in a garden, and it’s ours.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
Ah- and what a wonderful slice of life too! Lovely photos...
ReplyDeleteI use the translators for lots of genealogy research but make sure you double check the translation because a lot of it doesn't make any sense at all.
ReplyDeleteI type in English then have it translate. Then I take the French (usually) and translate that back into English and they are not even close. I have sent letters in Italian, Swiss, French but I always include the English version with them.
I hope you both get your gardens soon. I can't wait to see those blog posts.
I love your idea of life in a garden. Your pictures are beautiful.
ReplyDeletePenny
G'morning dear friend!!
ReplyDeleteyes.. Life began in a Garden,,
and Yes.. I have used Google Translate..
what fun..
I love Google..
for the many offerings..
Picasa.. for my photo editing..
G-mail..for emailing..
Chrome for the Browser..
and Google to answer my every question..
and provide an image if necessary..
And lastly..
the power behind Blogger!!
Yep.. Love my Google Garden!
have an enjoyable, magical day in yours!
warmest sandy hugs..
Loui♥
Burlap napkins? Yikes...there won't be any of that at our wedding.
ReplyDeleteI envy your little garden. It sounds, and from what I've seen here, looks absolutely lovely. That is a beautiful quote too. Bleeding hearts take me right back to my childhood. My mom always had some in her garden.
J~
ReplyDeletea quick note..
borrowed a post from Beatrice Banks..
which I've also linked back to you..
Go lookey!!
hugs!
Loui♥
Thanks Loui! And thanks Jen for posting the button. Fun coming over here today to catch up. So many great posts and amazing photography! It's always a joy to visit.
ReplyDeleteHope you have a sunshine kind of day!
Hugs,
Tammy
Lady Fi, I do love my golden leaved bleeding heart.
ReplyDeleteLori, very good advice, I will take it and remember to use it next time. Who knows what I just wrote.
Thank you Penny. You are sweet.
Loui, we think alike, I love all of those programs. And one day maybe you can teach me how to do that link thing. I am over there to see it now.
Carolyn, no burlap? LOL I am speechless.
Tammy, more then happy to post that button. Got to remember to do a post about it, soon as I get a moment. Thank you for it!!!
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
I'll stick to english, that's challenging enough for me...our girls take french and spanish...I just shake my head and say, sounds great to me!
ReplyDeleteOh and for the record...I like burlap,:)..
As always, a beautiful post, Jen. You have a way with words as well as a talent for capturing exquisite photos. I always love visiting you!
ReplyDeleteBelieve it or not, I think I straddle the line between your ideal, Gar's ideal, and Boo's! In my little fire-loving-heart, no garden is complete without a fire pit of some sort. :-) I just need to find myself a "Gar" so my back can take a break once in a while. Do you have any clones lying around?
ReplyDeleteCindy at Rosehaven Cottage
What a great post, Jen :)) And, I love the quote. Can't imagine life without a garden and yours is quite pretty.
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny, Jen! I had to look twice when I saw the Dutch headline. Google translate is great, I use it all the time to improve my (rusty) German, French, Spanish and English.
ReplyDeleteYour Gar sounds pretty much like my husband. He also likes to relax in the garden with a cool drink and dreams of a few bar tables on the lawn(yikes!).
Hartelijke groet vanuit Nederland,
Ellie
Jen, your dream garden sounds very much like mine! I also enjoy designing with a little advice from my husband. Actually when he takes the time, he loves to give his input as well. Love your bleeding heart! Life did begin in a garden because that's where we can find beauty, inspiration, and tranquility!
ReplyDeleteExquisite pictures of the bleeding heart, Jen!
ReplyDeleteThe Bleeding Hearts are stunning! Nothing blooming here yet except the Dandelions:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful quote - I don't understand Dutch but I recognize it after visiting a few times, and it is a bit similar to German.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to say it took me a moment but then I knew exactly where White Rock is. I took my German husband there on our last trip home (Seattle). We had fun at the promenade (a no smoking beach, wonderful!) and geocaching (by the totem poles). I wouldn't mind living there myself.
Crossing the border is rough if you're German - we always get stopped, but I just love the big welcome Beautiful British Columbia offers. (It was so hot I just jumped in and splashed around at the tourist center on the border.) That was also the first time I saw electric car charging stations.
~lytha
p.s. In German, the bleeding heart is called the crying heart.