It has been years since I have been to this part of the forest. But a few days ago, the light was so clear, the sky so blue and the air so good that the day had to be used to the maximum.
The beautiful sunlit green moss lay in clusters around the tree roots, highlighting the paradox of a snowy forest floor.
‘Happiness? The color of it must be spring green’
~ Frances Mayes
Have a Nice Walk Everyone ❤️
On the weather radar, the rain looked like a fist. We just got home before the rain poured down.
Today is wonderfully mild weather with hazy sun.
Still, few snow-covered paths were reminiscent of the sudden unexpected snowfall last night. In an instant, everything was white, but just as quickly replaced by rain and darkness.
Lovely steep paths and the local train
The Mill River
High spirits among the walkers
Fascinating wooden roots
Brede Værk
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
– Charles Dickens
The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread?
I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature.
The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees.
The sounds of nature on a spring evening.
Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun.
Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe.
Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow.
It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
Some days ago I was on a nice long bike ride in Dyrehaven.
The paths wind through forests, along small lakes and through open landscapes.
I’m wearing layers upon layers until the jacket can’t hold anymore 🙂
The reason is the Danish winter with a very persistent cold wind.
But I quickly forget the cold when I face the ‘inhabitants’
NOTE
I always keep a good distance to the deer so they won’t be stressed ❤️🤗
The strong, uplifting and life-giving light of spring never seems to disappoint me.
We walk on narrow flooded paths between birch trees.
The light is overwhelming and changes the landscape. Grasses turn golden, the white birch glow and the lake shows the wonder of a blue sky.
Staggering!
HANNA'S WALK 
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