The day has to be long. How else can we experience the richness and diversity that solstice offers. The song of the nightingale, the beautiful tones of the thrush and the song of the chaffinch over our heads. Just to name a few.
The first dew in the grass is short-lived. The sun makes the dew fly away in an almost invisible haze.
The fresh air. The scent of bog and the endless amounts of blueberry rice. The berries, the fine sweetness that fills the mouth and paints the tongue blue and then the laughter over a sudden transformation.
The beloved cottongrass waves at us with its white tousled head and brings back memories of a wonderful Norway.
We look fascinated at the flying skill of the dragonfly. So close to the water without touching. And then suddenly a meandering motion reveals a snake’s journey in the water.
The experiences are endless, and it is only when we run out of meals that we reluctantly go home.
Solbjerg Engsø! I have a fond memory of a summer day with differently coloured flowers along the northern part of the lake. The lake is known as a foraging site for resident- and migratory birds. I’m well aware that it’s too early for summer flowers, but maybe there were migratory birds. A man came walking towards the parking lot with a bird binoculars around his neck.
Have you seen any rare birds today, I asked.
No not at all, he replied. Some geese on the lake, that’s all. I was hoping for some migratory birds, but it’s probably too cold for them. We talked a bit about how cold it was. And about the relatively few shrubs and trees with sprouted flowers compared to the season. As we stood on the path, the sun disappeared and the wind picked up. If you go down to the lake there is a bench but it’s not much worth. Why not, I asked. It’s way too cold, too, he said laughing.
We wished each other a wonderful spring despite: ‘You – Know – What’☃️❄️😊
An Irish Blessing:
May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow. May the soft winds freshen your spirit. May the sunshine brighten your heart May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you. And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.
The very best trips are the ones I plan myself because the attention I have in the planning is aroused when I walk the route. For me, the attention is what makes the journey a wonderful adventure. Such a walk was the spring trip on foot to Dronningmølle along Esrum lake.
I traveled by train into Denmark’s oldest forest, Gribskov and started my trip between spruce and beech trees. The sun was shining and the air flickered as the fog rose into the air.
Many hours later, I boarded a train in the late evening hours with an overwhelming sense of joy over nature.
Happy Adventures and Leave Only Your Footprints Behind ❤️
My most attentive readers may have read about this walk before. I hope you enjoy it this time too 🙂
Today is a cold rainy day in August. In fact, it could easily have been a day in November. I was looking through my own pictures to match the light of Joaquín Sorolla’s wonderful paintings. But I decided to deviate, with this summer image back in June 2015, where people were wearing overcoats. Just like today 😀
The light on a Danish beach, Bellevue, 8. June, 2015.
After Bathing, date 1915. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
The Fisherman, date 1904. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Time for a Bathe, Valencia, date 1909. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Valencian Fisherman, date 1895. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
The meadow smells of sunshine. A large bird migration passes the moon. The horses are grazing. The fruit trees are blooming and the smell of Mirabelle flowers are mingling with sunshine. These are moods that merge and define spring.
Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again. ~ Gustav Mahler