I had a happy walk yesterday.
For once the sun shone, and there was only one place where the path was impossible to walk. I did not want to swim and had to turn around. On the other hand, I managed to balance along the ski trail, where snow and mud were adorned by small lakes.
Those who think they have not time for bodily exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness.
Edward Stanley
A walk enclosed in black brown grey and a bit of green colours 🙂
Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.
Nelda Hartmann, January Morn
Just before Christmas I had a nice walk in the oldest forest in Denmark, Gribskov.
The sky was grey but when I got to the mountain Fruebjerg the sun broke through the darkness and revealed a lovely scenery.
Never let you fooled by the weather forecast.
Go out there and see for yourself 🙂
Kære danske læsere.
Hvis I har spørgsmål til turen, så spørg endelig i kommentarfeltet.
I er velkomne!
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
I chose the paths running along rivers and ponds.
… Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump.
He has been swimming in red and blue pools somewhere hundreds of years
And the blue has gone to his wings and the red has gone to his head.
Let his red head drum and drum.
Let the dark pools hold the birds in a looking-glass.
And if the pool wishes, let it shiver to the blur of many wings, old swimmers from old places.
Let the redwing streak a line of vermillion on the green wood lines.
And the mist along the river fix its purple in lines of a woman’s shawl on lazy shoulders.
Carl Sandburg
Last Sunday the meteorologists had predicted sunshine, only interrupted by heavy rain with a touch of hail and snow showers.
We hurried off to the forest.
Here at the clay pit we saw the sun shine for a minimum of thirty minutes.
But lovely while it lasted 🙂
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing
Today, thirty minutes before sunset 🙂
Saturday morning the fog wraps itself around everything .
The light changes rapidly,
The contours of people and landscape change.
A dreamlike landscape shrouded in mist and fragments of blue sky.
The Light Changes Everything.
HANNA'S WALK 
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