… How now, spirit? Whither wander you?
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere, …
The collection of pictures is from everywhere 😉
This summer is rich in natural beauty.
I found amazing hawthorn in a military training area.
They had shooting drills in a separate area, so no danger.
By the river I find white throated dipper in winter, but now the bird is back home in Norway.
The meadow grass glittered with dew, and everything oozed with Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
The lovely quote is from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
Puck and Fairy, Lines 1-17
“THE EARTH LAUGHS IN FLOWERS” A lovely QUOTE BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON
We’ve had plenty of sun, for a long time. Now comes the rain and nature needs it. The weather forecast predicts heavy rainfall next week. The magnolias will probably not be the same after a week’s rain.
The pictures are from today in the old Arboretum in Charlottenlund.
The arboretum was established back in 1799 to support the teaching of forest botany at the University of Copenhagen.
The oldest trees are about 300 years old.
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
Remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks ❤
Twist of Flowers
Oh, to sit in my little tree house high up in the wooden crowns.
Surrounded by beautiful, fragrant apple blossoms.
Waiting for red apples!
I walk in the hills overlooking the glorious flashing blue Maglesø.
Vines, blackberries, apples and roses present themselves in the most attractive way.
Everywhere there is a lushness and a beauty hidden in these lovely green hills.
The Sealand Alps, a nickname for a beloved glacial landscape.
…Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays…
Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson