The sun breaks through the clouds, and illuminates the bright golden birch trees.
Still, the impression is diffused. As if the colours are more important than the contours.
Has nature decided that today’s colours are the most important issue?
The blueberry rice is empty, but a few hidden blackberries are full of sweetness and memories of the summer’s bounteous harvest of luscious berries.
This place is fairy land. There is no doubt.
Fairy Dust is essential.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry,
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
by William Shakespeare
16 thoughts on “Fairy Dust is Essential”
Wonderful photos, & beautiful poetry! I had a lovely time here today! TY, Hanna!
Thanks for wonderful greeting, Resa ❤
Wish you a splendid weekend!!
Querida Barbara. Preciosa saber de usted. Tuve la suerte 🙂
Me tomé unas largaaaas vacaciones. Yo también te echaba de menos!
A veces tenemos que hacer frente a algo muy diferente, Barbara!!
Love your fairy dust! It’s beautiful 🙂
That’s a lovely compliment, Jo. There are golden moments in nature ❤ 🙂
Lovely pictures, lovely words, Hanna. And Shakespeare at his best.
Thank you, Alen. Shakespeare is really great 🙂
Tus fotos parecen cuadros, bellísimas imágenes. Saludos!
El paisaje parece una pintura de ese día, Isabel. Una ligera niebla borrosa los contornos. Fue hermoso.
Feliz fin de semana,
Oh yes, fairy dust is indeed essential. You have a real magic touch, transporting us all into this fairy land, Hanna! Beautiful post.
You should have been there, Hanne. I think you would like the settings 🙂 Thanks a lot ❤
The world is in need for Fairy Dust!
Wonderful! If only………! Here it is not only raining it is blowing a gale too!
Ash, I cannot compete with a gale. But maybe next weekend 🙂
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