I found one butterfly

The Danish butterflies are short of flowers.
I searched for three days and found only one butterfly.
Might be looking the wrong places.
The beach is unlikely this time of year 😁
Create your own wild meadow with flower seeds to help the small birds.

All you can do is to go –

But it isn’t easy, said Pooh. Because poetry and hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you.
And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

A.A. Milne, Creator of Winnie the Pooh

A May Day

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

Emily Dickinson

Hope

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

By Emily Dickinson

Easter Saturday by the Sea

An elongated sound?

Can a sound be elongated?
The forest pigeons sound like a regiment of soldiers when there are more than three.
The blackbird is phenomenal in causing noise when searching for food.
But I recognise the grass snake by a sound that goes on and on.
Depending on its size 😊
We also had the great pleasure of meeting the very cosy ‘Salamander Team’ ❤

 

An Easter Hymn

Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!

Thomas Blackburn, An Easter Hymn

Furesøen

The inner – what is it?
if not intensified sky,
hurled through with birds
and deep with
the winds of homecoming.

Rainer Marie Rilke

Furesøen is Denmark’s deepest lake and a wonderful natural area.
Opposite Næsseslottet, grebes have found their favourite nesting area.
The birds are busy courting each other by shaking their head and bowing in an advanced mirror dance.

The magical ice age landscape

Sometimes you don’t want to go home. Like a child who is asked to leave a new toy behind.
Ancient sunken roads lies in the forest as a relic after the vikings. Old roads that once connected the royal seat in Lejre with Elsinore.
There are many places to explore in the woods and valleys.
I have trouble finishing the excursion. But I guess that’s the finest recommendation you can offer a place 💖

Where the trail ends

The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.