As always when I see cotton flowers, I think of Valdresflya in Norway.
Here at Søllerød Lake was a laundry from the years 1850 to 1974.
The laundry spent many chemicals which were discharged into the lake.
Also, a treatment plant contributed to the lake’s pollution until the municipality closed the outdated plant in 2005.
Søllerød Municipality removed the nutrient-rich water from the lake for 18 years.
The lake was green due to heavy pollution.
Now you can enjoy a swim in the lake if it is warm enough I might add.
If you take a walk on the 42 kilometer long Rudersdalruten you will pass Søllerød Lake on your way.
Happy walk and enjoy your packed lunch ❤
If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you….If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.
Winnie the Pooh
The picture is from last summer in Jægersborg Dyrehave
When summer approaches outdoor activities increase around us.
Sail boats are being rigged, fishing boats land their catch, children are playing in the water and a single angler gives an interview to hannaswalk.
Only one roll with the fishing rod and dinner was secured 🙂
When summer approaches life starts all over again ❤
Years ago in a secret place of the forest, Nørreskoven I incidentally looked up in a tall tree and there it was, an owl looking down at me from a big nesting box.
One day after a storm the nesting box lay shattered on the ground. Today I’m showing a new friend one of my favourite spots and I told her about the owl.
There’s a new place for nest-seeking owls but owls wasn’t what we saw.
Look for yourself:
Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire 5
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
John Milton
Drifting clouds cast shadows on fields; lakes; trees and the path in front of me.
Nature becomes alive and everything changes. This is enchanting.
I hear fledglings everywhere, fragrant Mirabelle spread their delicate fragrance for the capture of bumblebees and other flying creatures to insure the next generation and supply pollen with legs and wings.
Lovely sunny weather followed by hail and snow showers. Outstanding spring.
Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps—
Death bows his head and weeps.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln
Happy Weekend ❤
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HANNA'S WALK 
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