These Are the Days..

“These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now..”

“These Are the Days” ~ Van Morrison

In early spring, when the first birds announce their arrival. At winter time, when the silence descends and the ground turns white.
Or like now, when the wonderful endless summer must give way to the coming of autumn.
I´ve walked along the lake in all seasons.
In the span between summer and autumn, when the sun is still warm and the nights are cold. Now is the most lovely time to wander. There’s only here, there’s only now 1.

Note

1 “These Are the Days” is a song written by Northern Irish singer-songwriter Van Morrison and released on his 1989 album Avalon Sunset. It was released as the B-side of the single with “Orangefield” as the A-side.

You can find this wonderful song on YouTube and Spotify.

2 – and it is not my tent! 😊

3 Inn, Fændrikhus

A Summer Adventure

“Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here…”
~ Mark Twain

Lovely walk yesterday. Today’s weather turned out very hot and didn’t invite for walking.
An extremely hot wind from south made the temperature rose rapidly.
Not like in the poem of Mark Twain 😊

Shades of Green

The forest weaves
myriad green shades
from lime and olive
to kelly green and jade
as it keeps on knitting
its cooling shade

Saiom Shriver

I have been out and about in bogs and forest. Fantastic lushness. Lots of blueberries are set out under the trees and tempt with a break in the shade.

The Longest Day

The day has to be long. How else can we experience the richness and diversity that solstice offers.
The song of the nightingale, the beautiful tones of the thrush and the song of the chaffinch over our heads. Just to name a few.

The first dew in the grass is short-lived. The sun makes the dew fly away in an almost invisible haze.

The fresh air. The scent of bog and the endless amounts of blueberry rice.
The berries, the fine sweetness that fills the mouth and paints the tongue blue and then the laughter over a sudden transformation.

The beloved cottongrass waves at us with its white tousled head and brings back memories of a wonderful Norway.

We look fascinated at the flying skill of the dragonfly. So close to the water without touching.
And then suddenly a meandering motion reveals a snake’s journey in the water.

The experiences are endless, and it is only when we run out of meals that we reluctantly go home.

Happy Midsummer ❤️

My Hobbit Universe

It would not surprise me to see hobbits in this landscape. It appears lush, between hills and streams.
The landscape has my undivided love and I am happy for every single moment I have wandered here. If I hear firecrackers I expect to see a pointy hat 😊

The Carefree Spring

The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!

~ Ikkyu, Zen Poems of China and Japan

The world is not in your books and maps, it is out there.
~ Gandalf

Happy Walk Everyone 🥾❤️🙂

Happy Earth Day❤️

Cormorants, mallards, gulls and one white wagtail, that was what I saw!
I think an early morning is better for bird counting 🙂

Nature poets can’t walk across the backyard without tripping over an epiphany.
~ Christian Wiman

Leave only your footprints behind ❤️

Happy Walk!

Walk Lightly in Spring …

I had a nice walk by the lakes. Not the lakes that glorify Northern England, but 25 wonderful small lakes and ponds in Denmark.
Spring gets better year by year 🤗

“Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.”
~ Native American Indian Proverb (Kiowa)

Happy walk and remember your packed lunch! 🙂

Wonders of the Sea

If I want peace within, I’ll go to the sea.* It performs miracles.
I even found eider ducks in spring mood.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
~ Hermann Broch

I wanted freedom, open air and adventure. I found it on the sea.
~ Alain Gerbault

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
~ Jacques Yves Cousteau

If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it.
~ Jimmy Buffett

*In lack of mountains!

The Unimaginable Mountain Lakes

We are walking, climbing and running down the mountainside and suddenly the lake is there. Indescribably beautiful.
We are silent for a moment. The moment must be kept, never forgotten.
Mountain lakes are wondrous. A reflection of sky and mountain.
A raven watch every step we take. The only sound is the cry of the bird while it is moving uneasily on a branch. Life is here and now.

Outlet at Lake Tahoe by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt

The Head of a Scotch Lake by the British painter, Alfred de Breanski

Mountain Scene by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt

In the Mountains by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt