It is told that in 1999 work was interrupted on the main road from Limerick to Galway because a fairy tree stood in its path.
The road had to be rerouted and construction was delayed for 10 years: Irish Times
The Great Deer Park has trees for everyone. The old oak department is a department of its own. I’ve found shelter in an old hollow oak on a snowy day.
The weather often changes in Denmark.
The western wind brings a raft of low pressure across the country
An idyllic quiet day by the sea
A creation of some outstanding clouds in the sky.
Kite surfing in icy weather
Storm coming up
Enjoying the day despite the lack of sun
A joyous speed on a beautiful stormy day
Wind in my hair and the scent of lilacs.
The blackbird is singing, accompanied by a woman’s soft humming.
That is the poetry of nature the last day in May.
A wonderful Hawthorn
Tucked between the trees is a magnificent house listed in oak for the deer’s food
One among many moods of the ancient Rådvad
An anonymous mass grave from the cholera epidemic in Copenhagen in 1853, is hidden under hawthorns inside the gate of Taarbæk
Click my picture above to read my post about the Death and the Hawthorn
A path along the anonymous graves in Taarbæk
The pond at Rådvad
Another atmosphere provided from Rådvad
I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.
… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …
This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!
Softly the evening came with the sunset.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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!
HANNA'S WALK 
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