Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Hermann Hesse, Wandering
In my Danish post about a walk in Paradise you can see where I got this motive ❤
This lovely view was part of my exclusive walk from one lake to another. You can see the rest of the pictures on my Danish blog; Naturvandring
Most of us have tried this. Having a revisit with a beloved neighbourhood where nature has made our lives richer.
The lake Bagsvaerd Soe is a place for a lot of activities and at the same time it has an exceedingly recreational value with beautiful views over the lake.
Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.
Krishnamurti
Years ago we had some beautiful snowy days. Because it is the first of December, I want to show you some of my pictures from these days.
All that glitters is not black.
The Hawthorn never ceases to fascinate me.
There are many myths, superstitions and stories about the hawthorn.
I experienced an eerie story that you can read here: THE DEATH AND THE HAWTHORN
High skies and a light breeze.
An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows.
Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel.
A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears around a corner,
I disappear down the path, rested and happy.
Hanna Greenwood
Happy walk to all of you.
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods.
William Allingham
HANNA'S WALK 
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