Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Nothing gold can stay ~ Robert Frost
Bad weather does not exist! It is only a matter of clothes and positive attitude.
That attitude has worked for me for many years.
But a jammed jet stream makes me suffer together with many people and not only in Denmark.
It has caused the wettest autumn in man’s memory, and will probably end up making it the wettest year ever.
It is as if the sun has disappeared forever.
That’s why I visited my time machine – Autumn 2018. A necessity for maintaining a healthy mental state 🙂
The headline is not to be confused with one of my favourite poems by Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. Sorry about my black humour!
The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ~ W.H. Auden
There are special days in life that stands out as bright memories. There might be joyous days with the ones you love. And then there are days when you are out on your own. Days which are perfect for exploring all kind of winding paths in the woods.
It was on such a day, a spring day when I heard a deep hoarse call above the path. The tree tops formed a perfect acoustic space for bird song. A green airy room. Light-hearted I walked under the beautiful arch.
Suddenly, the deep hoarse call came back. I looked up into the foliage vault, as a large black bird flew into the woods and back over the source.
Now I saw them. Two young ravens sat perched on a branch waiting for food and the latest news from the outside world.
On this wonderful autumn day I can not help but look for the ravens from that glorious day in spring.
I love the yellow leaves on the trees and the water colour effect. That makes the sun shine on an overcast day.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
– Stanley Horowitz
These are folios of April,
All the library of spring,
Missals gilt and rubricated
With the frost’s illumining.
Ruthless, we destroy these treasures,
Set the torch with hand profane—
Gone, like Alexandrian vellums,
Like the books of burnt Louvain!
Yet these classics are immortal:
O collectors, have no fear,
For the publisher will issue
New editions every year. ~ Burning Leaves, November by Christopher Morley
Welcome November! I hope that your days will be as beautiful as the one below. A small improvement will be most welcome 🤗
The crisp clear air, that’s what I love so much about autumn. We had a lovely view from the northern part of Furesøen.
We have wonderful days now. Between rainy days, the sun breaks through and the delicate scents of wet foliage bring back memories of the springtime forest.
HANNA'S WALK 
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