Talk to Your Corona – A Talking Mutation?

“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)

Faul Play in the Forest

Sometimes, a story sticks with me for a long time. It was such a one my friend; JJ told me about. One day he had a walk in the big old forest, Gribskov. That particular day was a day where he walked for hours without meeting anyone.

It was on his way home just before the fir trees darken the paths, that he saw two men digging between the trees up upon a hill.
One of them caught glimpse of JJ and threw the spade exclaiming: I gotta have a talk with that man down there!

My friend didn’t wait for him. He disappeared further into the forest, where the shady dark green colour becomes black and the intense scent of fir trees merge together in the silence.

Even years after hearing the story I fantasise about what they dug up – or down upon that hill.
The story popped up again when I saw the image of Hans Andersen Brændekilde, Jægeren.
I get the impression of foul play.

Jægeren by Hans Andersen Brændekilde
A Danish painter; H.A. Brændekilde
Born 7. April 1857, Brændekilde, Death 30. marts 1942, Jyllinge.