The strong, uplifting and life-giving light of spring never seems to disappoint me. We walk on narrow flooded paths between birch trees. The light is overwhelming and changes the landscape. Grasses turn golden, the white birch glow and the lake shows the wonder of a blue sky. Staggering!
Where did it go the little funny white throated dipper. I had no hopes of seeing the bird in this landscape. All I wanted was to enjoy the peace and the vast landscape along the stream. If I should catch sight of it and see it nodding and dancing, diving and flying low over the water then I would certainly be happy. But there were other more focused birders, with telephoto lenses so big they were squishing under the weight. I did not envy them in the cold. I hope they got what they came for. I got the joy of a wonderful white landscape 🤗
The yellow foliage shines like sunshine. Buzzards screech above me as they gather before the journey. I hear the cranes before I see their wedge-shaped silhouette. They trumpet loudly above my head. Those birds are amazing!! October is outstanding 😊
“October had tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.” ~ Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed
“The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” ~ John Muir
“…The earth never tires, The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d, I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell…” Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
“These are the days of the endless summer These are the days, the time is now There is no past, there’s only future There’s only here, there’s only now..” “These Are the Days” ~ Van Morrison
In early spring, when the first birds announce their arrival. At winter time, when the silence descends and the ground turns white. Or like now, when the wonderful endless summer must give way to the coming of autumn. I´ve walked along the lake in all seasons. In the span between summer and autumn, when the sun is still warm and the nights are cold. Now is the most lovely time to wander. There’s only here, there’s only now 1.
1 “These Are the Days” is a song written by Northern Irish singer-songwriter Van Morrison and released on his 1989 album Avalon Sunset. It was released as the B-side of the single with “Orangefield” as the A-side.
You can find this wonderful song on YouTube and Spotify.
The day has to be long. How else can we experience the richness and diversity that solstice offers. The song of the nightingale, the beautiful tones of the thrush and the song of the chaffinch over our heads. Just to name a few.
The first dew in the grass is short-lived. The sun makes the dew fly away in an almost invisible haze.
The fresh air. The scent of bog and the endless amounts of blueberry rice. The berries, the fine sweetness that fills the mouth and paints the tongue blue and then the laughter over a sudden transformation.
The beloved cottongrass waves at us with its white tousled head and brings back memories of a wonderful Norway.
We look fascinated at the flying skill of the dragonfly. So close to the water without touching. And then suddenly a meandering motion reveals a snake’s journey in the water.
The experiences are endless, and it is only when we run out of meals that we reluctantly go home.
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