… From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and
imaginary lines,
Going where I list—my own master, total and abso-
lute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they
say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of
the holds that would hold me.…
~ Poem of The Road by Walt Whitman
Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk
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
The weather has been changing a lot lately. April fulfills her reputation 😊
We went off to the sea, but before we left home we checked the chill factor – and put on an extra layer.
They sat there on the beach in a row, people. The sun was shining, but a strong, icy cold wind was coming from the north. I couldn’t help but thinking how the sea saw the row on the beach. As if a sea can see?
They sat wrapped in blankets. The blankets they should have been sitting on. But they stayed. Just a little bit more.
The sea was unfolding its ever-changing canvas, and they could miss something:
A lovely cloud, a sharply delineated ship on the horizon, the screaming seabirds or the patrol of the oystercatchers. The sound when a wave breaks on the reef, or a nice ripple on the seventh wave.
It’s not a goodbye, but see you later ❤
My small collection of beach photos illustrate the ever-changing canvas
Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk
Remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks ❤
I’ve been out and about the last few days.
Beautiful imaginative clouds appear in the sky as stacked bubbles and waves.
The sky is blue and the air is clear. It’s enticing and irresistible.
Remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks ❤
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads.
The wind is passing by.
~ Christina Rossetti
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
~ Billy Collins
HANNA'S WALK 
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