An Outstanding Suggestion

Posted on 6. March 2017 by Hanna

I had a chat with a man who recommended me the Botanic Garden in Charlottenlund, north of Copenhagen.
The garden isn’t very big but I found a genuine happiness walking among those huge exotic ancient trees.
A Canadian Poppel was absolutely amazing. It took me some time to tear myself away from this wonder.
There are lots of magnolia trees and bushes. When they are blooming, the sight must be quite unforgettable.
I will make an essential note in my calendar.

Canadian Poplar, Forstbotanisk Have, Charlottenlund

Earlier the garden was a unit of KVL arboretum in Hørsholm now it is the Danish Nature Agency, which administers the garden with very qualified help from:
Foreningen Forstbotanisk Haves Venner

On My Way Home I Met Pegasus?

Posted on 4. March 2017 by Hanna

I was on my way home on a grey cloudy day when I saw this fine episode. The children brought beautiful red apples with them from home and spoiled the horses with treats.
One little girl had small wings on her shoes. I got an association to Pegasus. ❤

Much Ado

Posted on 28. February 201728. February 2017 by Hanna

It began to snow in the evening. The snow blocked the view. The world went white. At the same time came the silence. The kind of silence that is almost audible. The silence that gets us to relax and put the world to a halt.
The morning came and the world was new. The forest was stunningly beautiful. The sun’s warming drew thick white lines against the azure sky when cascades of snow had to let go of their hold in the tall pines in the forest. Everywhere I could hear unexpected sounds as if there were thousands of animals set loose among the trees. But it was the snow that was visiting and did much ado about itself.

The Beaty of Your Dreams

Posted on 26. February 201724. October 2017 by Hanna

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

Photo by Hanna Greenwood

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
Lao Tzu

Photo by Hanna Greenwood

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Photo by Hanna Greenwood

WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK

Erantis

Posted on 21. February 2017 by Hanna

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
Gertrude S. Wister

The Tail-Wagging Bird

Posted on 17. February 201717. February 2017 by Hanna

The little bird, the white throated dipper is a very entertaining bird.
People who know the bird’s behaviour smile in recognition when one refers to the bird’s one-man show.
The white throated dipper is Norway’s national bird.
When winter is hard in Norway, the dipper flies on holiday in Denmark. Ornithologists will probably express it differently, but I like the idea that the bird keeps a well-deserved holiday in a mild climate.
Besides the current Norwegian name Fossekall; ‘Waterfall Call’, the dipper has many dialect names in Norway.
Among these are Elveprest; ‘River Priest’ and Kvemkall; ‘Mill Shell’.
The dipper has at least 70 different local names in Norway, and at least 50-60 are known from Sweden.

NOTE
You can read much more about the bird on Wikipedia and listen to its song.

The Magical Power of Snow

Posted on 15. February 201715. February 2017 by Hanna

The hoarse cries of a raven put me in adventure mood. A few kilometres further on, only the creaking of snow under my shoes breaks the silence, This is an amazing day after the blizzard and the light makes my heart sing.
I’m grateful for being alive.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the withered air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, and housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson

My Walk in the Snow Today

Posted on 11. February 2017 by Hanna

The Door

Posted on 8. February 2017 by Hanna

Not knowing when the down will come I open every door.
Emily Dickinson

Haverdal

Keep your faith in the invisible light

Posted on 2. February 20172. February 2017 by Hanna

We were late. Was it possible to complete the walk around the lake before nightfall?
We can turn around if necessary, I said. Thus encouraged, we started the walk that’s cherished by so many people. Whether it’s because of the wren that jumps around in the undergrowth, the sheep on the meadow, the soft call of the bullfinch, hovering buzzards, squealing ducks or the blue flash of the kingfisher, I do not know.
But one thing is certain, people love the area and so do I.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
T.S. Eliot