… 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
The meadow smells of sunshine. A large bird migration passes the moon. The horses are grazing. The fruit trees are blooming and the smell of Mirabelle flowers are mingling with sunshine. These are moods that merge and define spring.
Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
~ Gustav Mahler
The weather has been changing a lot lately. April fulfills her reputation 😊
We went off to the sea, but before we left home we checked the chill factor – and put on an extra layer.
They sat there on the beach in a row, people. The sun was shining, but a strong, icy cold wind was coming from the north. I couldn’t help but thinking how the sea saw the row on the beach. As if a sea can see?
They sat wrapped in blankets. The blankets they should have been sitting on. But they stayed. Just a little bit more.
The sea was unfolding its ever-changing canvas, and they could miss something:
A lovely cloud, a sharply delineated ship on the horizon, the screaming seabirds or the patrol of the oystercatchers. The sound when a wave breaks on the reef, or a nice ripple on the seventh wave.
It’s not a goodbye, but see you later ❤
My small collection of beach photos illustrate the ever-changing canvas
Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads.
The wind is passing by.
~ Christina Rossetti
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍
This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
“Talk to your Corona!”
Was I also infected without knowing it? Mind you that’s nothing to joke about! And even a talking mutation?
I’d just updated the PC and the Start menu was open. I read it again and find no Corona but Microsoft’s assistant, Cortana.
That tells me that I should concentrate on things other than viruses and mutations.
I’m tired just like Bilbo when he was wearing the Ring for too long: “I’m starting to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread. ” * I’ve been worried for too long.
Despite the many tragedies caused by the Corona, the sun will melt the snow, and spring will come with renewed hope.
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.
~ Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live. ~ An Irish Saying
*Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
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!
Springtime, The first anemones – 1889
Danish Painter: H.A. Brendekilde 1857-1942
Wikimedia Commons
HANNA'S WALK 
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