The temperature varied considerably depending on whether I was in the wood or out on the sunny meadow.
Steep slopes, small springs, pastures, hilly trails and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
It was bitterly cold in the woods by the springs, and the lake didn’t tempt with a swim but I did have a great walk.
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
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!
Keep your faith in beautiful things;
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.
Roy R. Gibson
I shot the blueberry season underway yesterday. An early start for a delicious morsel. The characteristic for the blueberries are an upright, deciduous dwarf shrub with dark blue berries. Shrub is from 15 to 45 cm and is easily recognised because the branches are square, green and smooth. The leaves are 8-25 mm long, finely serrated, short-stemmed and green underside. Later in the year the leaves are often brown spotted. The flowers are first light, since red-green to completely red and sitting solitary in axils. The bloated jar shaped flowers are four to seven millimetres long; the stamens are smooth. The berries are six to eight mm, dark blue, or black glistening with a purple juice that reveals the blueberry eat socket when the lips are coloured blue – Very revealing, I might add.
Wish you all a good hunt!!!
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.
A month ago, I visited this beautiful area once again. Spring and autumn are sparkling seasons here.
Now the sun is low, the shadows long and the ancient tombs cast long shadows across the meadow.
Here in Tokkekøb Hegn in North Zealand 23 long barrows, round dolmens and passage graves are registered.
The burial chambers are 5,000 years old and the chambers are well preserved.
By archaeological excavations one found beautiful pottery vessels and flint axes as sacrifices.
Dæmpegårdsdyssen is a 5,000 year old long barrow – 38 meters long and 9 meters wide.
People nicknamed the tomb The Kings barrow because the Danish King Frederik the 7th helped to excavate it.
I imagine how the bereaved have walked along small paths towards the graves carrying their dead.
For 5,000 years ago, primeval forest covered Denmark. At that time, the linden trees were so dominant that people sometimes have called the period for the ‘Older Linden Time’.
Have you ever walked an avenue when linden trees are in bloom? The yellow flowers have a fine delicate fragrance.
Can you imaging an entire forest?