I need positive stories and I’m not getting them from the news.
January 2023 is the hottest and wettest month on record. Fields are under water and inflation presents many people with challenges. And sadly there is a war going on too.
That’s for Europe alone! Oh! I forgot the Corona scourge.
January is a dark month, particular with the absent of snow.
So I need positive stories and nature doesn’t fail!
Yesterday I saw the little white-throated dipper. It was in a good mood. That’s my own opinion 😉😊 The bird had taken up residence on a rock, if it wasn’t walking around the bottom of the fast-flowing stream in search of spring fly larvae and other goodies.
The bird nodded and preened its feathers and tilted with its tail. Quite a ballet, I think.
The white stag and the white-throated dipper are my crown jewels.
Though the green mosses that light up on fallen trees in the forest floor are marvellous too.
The trees are allowed to stay to support birds with food, they find in cracks and under the bark.
And I forgot all the nice people who are out enjoying nature too. The good talks, many smiles and the enthusiasm! It is uplifting.
Nature is incredible, enchanting, stimulating, sublime, extraordinary, staggering, impressive…
Happy Walks ❤️
This picture is from today’s walk. The most sunny minute of the day. Tomorrow there are warnings out for heavy rain all day.
It would be nice to borrow Frodo’s gift from Galadriel: “A light to you in a dark place.”
But the bog was wonderful and there was no sign of Gollum 😅😊
Have a happy time out there and leave only your footprint ❤️
They are a pleasure to watch, small and large deer – from a distance, of course.
I was hiding behind a tree trunk 😎😊
A Wonderful New Year to All from Hanna’s Walk ❤️
The poem, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow, was written by the author Helge Rode in 1886.
The poem is quiet like the snow itself, offering us a new reality that is quiet, pure and gentle. *Højskolesangbogen
There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow,
when it softly descends through the air,
muffles your steps,
hush, hushs gently
on the voices that speak too loudly.
There is nothing in the world of a purity like snow,
swan down from the white wings of heaven.
On your hand a fluff
is like a teardrop.
White thoughts silently dance and sway.
There is nothing in the world that can soften like snow.
Hush, you listen until the silent sounds.
O, so fine a sound,
Silver bell song
Deep inside your heart is ringing.
Where did it go the little funny white throated dipper. I had no hopes of seeing the bird in this landscape.
All I wanted was to enjoy the peace and the vast landscape along the stream.
If I should catch sight of it and see it nodding and dancing, diving and flying low over the water then I would certainly be happy.
But there were other more focused birders, with telephoto lenses so big they were squishing under the weight. I did not envy them in the cold.
I hope they got what they came for. I got the joy of a wonderful white landscape 🤗
“…into the coppery halls
of beech and intricate oak
to be close to the trees
as they whisper together
let fall their leaves…”
~ Katherine Towers’ The Remedies
HANNA'S WALK 
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