The Magic Fairy Land

Hvidtjørnesletten, Jægersborg Dyrehave

Have you ever been out in field and woodland, by streams and lakes, by a tree all in blossom or a hedgerow laden with berries – and just felt sure that you were not alone?

That’s how Teresa Moorey introduce her book: The Fairy Bible.
I’m tempted to read the book because I feel deeply happy to live in a place much alike.
In these days the hawthorn blossoms on the field, Hvidtjørnesletten and makes an unforgettable impression on all beings.

I have been out there several times this week to experience the atmosphere once again.
One evening the field was kind of sacred. The scent of blossoming hawthorn was intoxicating and the quiet soothing sounds from the animals made the place magical.
The deer moved imperceptible between the hawthorns while they graze.
People seemed affected and stood still or spread a blanket just to sit and be in the present. They were lowering their voice and that might have been because of the fairies.
They were afraid to scare them away.

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

‘A Fairy Song’ by William Shakespeare

Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane
At noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the way
Shagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,
Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,
Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;
And childhood, seeming still most busy, took
His little rake; with cunning side-long look,
Sauntering to pluck the strawberries wild, unseen.
Now, too, on melancholy’s idle dreams
Musing, the lone spot with my soul agrees,
Quiet and dark; for through the thick wove trees
Scarce peeps the curious star till solemn gleams
The clouded moon, and calls me forth to stray
Thro’ tall, green, silent woods and ruins gray.

‘Sweet Was The Walk’ by William Wordsworth
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Fairy Bible by Teresa Moorey

On My Way Home in the month of May…

VALDRESFLYA HOSTEL IS CLOSED

This is a beautiful and interesting place in Norway, a mountain pass; Valdresflya.
Now the hostel is closed and construction projects are implemented for a facility centre for tourists instead.
But you are still able to park the car and walk in these stunning surroundings.
The pictures are old ones but loved never the less:-)

There is an interesting possibility instead of the hostel.
Take a look at this wild place called Leirvassbu Mountain Lodge and watch their facilities and mountains here: TOP OF NORWAY

Map: Leirvassbu

The Bog Poetry

As always when I see cotton flowers, I think of Valdresflya in Norway.

The Polluted Lake

Here at Søllerød Lake was a laundry from the years 1850 to 1974.
The laundry spent many chemicals which were discharged into the lake.
Also, a treatment plant contributed to the lake’s pollution until the municipality closed the outdated plant in 2005.
Søllerød Municipality removed the nutrient-rich water from the lake for 18 years.
The lake was green due to heavy pollution.
Now you can enjoy a swim in the lake if it is warm enough I might add.

If you take a walk on the 42 kilometer long Rudersdalruten you will pass Søllerød Lake on your way.

Happy walk and enjoy your packed lunch❤

You are braver than you believe…

Ode to a Nightingale

If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you….If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.
Winnie the Pooh

Ode to a Nightingale

The picture is from last summer in Jægersborg Dyrehave