Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads.
The wind is passing by.
~ Christina Rossetti
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍
Dancing Shadows
Landscapes
Today’s Walk was Staggering
Duck Tracks in Thaw
This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
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)
Winter Holiday
The Snow Fairy was here
A Walk into the Twilight
When the day draws to a close and twilight fills with shadows, I see a new dimension emerges.
A universe where dreams and reality meet.
“Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.”
~ Winter-Time
by Robert Louis Stevenson
“You are always able to connect with the stars, no matter where you are. ” ~ Sjón
Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.
That Grand Old Poem called Winter
Becoming a White House
HANNA'S WALK 
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