For fast riders
We have fast horses
For slow riders
We have slow horses
For those who have never ridden
We have horses that have
Never been ridden
I found this quatation on Tumblr.
Always share it with those I care for and love. At least it never fails to make me smile.
Greetings to the girls on the horseback I met on my way.
I have been on a walk in The Shire. That is what I have dubbed this beautiful landscape. God has let a piece of Paradise break off so it may please us mortals. Gates of sloe and secret paths are everywhere.
This beautiful place never fails to surprise me.
The Travelling Song
…Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower, leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!…
Der har været dage i marts måned, hvor jeg var sikker på, at mit kamera var gået i stykker.
Kunne naturen virkelig være så brun sort og grå i så lang tid? Langsomt begyndte lyset at ændre sig, og det stod mig klart, at vi har haft det ret så mørkt i årets første måneder.
Jeg var ude ved Furesøen, og nåede at se solen inden den forsvandt bag et tiltagende skydække.