Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold for a good laugh

Solbjerg Engsø! I have a fond memory of a summer day with differently coloured flowers along the northern part of the lake.
The lake is known as a foraging site for resident- and migratory birds. I’m well aware that it’s too early for summer flowers, but maybe there were migratory birds.
A man came walking towards the parking lot with a bird binoculars around his neck.

Have you seen any rare birds today, I asked.

No not at all, he replied. Some geese on the lake, that’s all.
I was hoping for some migratory birds, but it’s probably too cold for them.
We talked a bit about how cold it was. And about the relatively few shrubs and trees with sprouted flowers compared to the season.
As we stood on the path, the sun disappeared and the wind picked up.
If you go down to the lake there is a bench but it’s not much worth.
Why not, I asked. It’s way too cold, too, he said laughing.

We wished each other a wonderful spring despite: ‘You – Know – What’☃️❄️😊

An Irish Blessing:

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow.
May the soft winds freshen your spirit.
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you.
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.

Walk Lightly in Spring …

I had a nice walk by the lakes. Not the lakes that glorify Northern England, but 25 wonderful small lakes and ponds in Denmark.
Spring gets better year by year 🤗

“Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.”
~ Native American Indian Proverb (Kiowa)

Happy walk and remember your packed lunch! 🙂

Wonders of the Sea

If I want peace within, I’ll go to the sea.* It performs miracles.
I even found eider ducks in spring mood.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
~ Hermann Broch

I wanted freedom, open air and adventure. I found it on the sea.
~ Alain Gerbault

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
~ Jacques Yves Cousteau

If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it.
~ Jimmy Buffett

*In lack of mountains!

The Rough Mountains of Corsica

Unforgettable walks in the rugged mountains of Corsica in the month of May.

Newly sprouted beech trees, alpine violets in the forest floor, rippling streams. An adventure by nature❤️

Paying Attention

Are you planning your own walks?

The very best trips are the ones I plan myself because the attention I have in the planning is aroused when I walk the route.
For me, the attention is what makes the journey a wonderful adventure.
Such a walk was the spring trip on foot to Dronningmølle along Esrum lake.

I traveled by train into Denmark’s oldest forest, Gribskov and started my trip between spruce and beech trees. The sun was shining and the air flickered as the fog rose into the air.

Many hours later, I boarded a train in the late evening hours with an overwhelming sense of joy over nature.

Happy Adventures and Leave Only Your Footprints Behind ❤️

Note

My most attentive readers may have read about this walk before. I hope you enjoy it this time too 🙂

I Went to the Woods Yesterday …

The month of May, the merry month of May,
So long awaited, and so quickly past.
The winter’s over, and it’s time to play.

I saw a hundred shades of green today
And everything that Man made was outclassed.
The month of May, the merry month of May.

So carpe diem, gather buds, make hay.
The world is glorious. Compare, contrast
December with the merry month of May.
Now is the time, now is the time to play.

The Merry Month of May by Thomas Dekker (1632)

The Immortality of Spring

Spring – An experience in immortality.
~ Henry D. Thoreau

Now a lady came out of the carriage

“Miss May,” she called herself, and wore summer clothes and overshoes. She had on a beech-tree-green silk dress, and anemones in her hair, and she was so scented with wild thyme that the sentry had to sneeze...” * H.C. Andersen

Poem of The Road

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