“The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.” ~ S. Brown
We call it the anemone forest, the Trørød forest, which lies close to the sea. Here we find tightly packed white anemones. They nod in the wind as we pass. As if they are greeting us on our walk. I greet again, and it takes some time before I have passed them all 😊😊
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.
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!
“The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.” From the poem; January by John Updike
The summer was lovely and a light breeze made the walk enjoyable for my friend, Joanna and I. She has a high metabolism like me, like a hobbit, and we didn’t get far before we had our first meal on a bench in the garden of Frederiksborg Castle.
Today* the temperature is slightly difference to put it mildly. There is frost in the air and severe wind but the sun is shining. I have layer upon layer until there are no more space under my jacket. Nevertheless, I take a short break on a bench beside Athene.
My walk is about 15 km long and I don’t have much time before darkness set in. I buy a bottle of water in a shop but I cannot open it. My fingers are already frozen. I slip the bottle into the rucksack and continue the walk past the spectacular little castle, Badstuen and Louise’s Island.
The small buildings on the Island in Ødammen was built by Frederick 7. as a miniature version of a Norwegian manor. I walk through the village Gadevang, and soon I’m on my way up towards the mountain, Fruebjerg, in the forest, Gribskov. The sun is setting and the sight towards the coast is magnificent. I love this view. However I have a train to catch so I hurry down the mountain and through the forest to the train station. There are ten minutes until the train arrives! I can not remember the last time I’ve been so cold. Well, maybe when I skated as a child 🙂
Sommeren var dejlig, og en let brise gjorde vandreturen behagelig for min veninde og mig. Vi har et højt stofskifte, ligesom en hobbit, og vi nåede ikke langt, før vi indtog vores første måltid på en bænk i parken ved Frederiksborg Slot.
I dag er temperaturen anderledes for nu at sige det mildt. Der er frost i luften og hård vind, men solen skinner. Jeg er iført lag på lag indtil der ikke er mere plads under min jakke.
Alligevel tager jeg en kort pause på en bænk ved siden af Athene.
Min tur er cirka 15 km lang, og jeg har ikke meget tid, før mørket indfinder sig.
Jeg har købt vand i en kiosk, men jeg kan ikke åbne flasken. Mine fingre er allerede stivfrosne. Jeg pakker flasken ned i rygsækken, og fortsætter turen forbi det spektakulære lille slot, Badstuen og Louises Ø.
De små bygninger på øen i Ødammen blev bygget af Frederik den 7. som en miniature udgave af en norsk herregård.
Jeg går ud gennem landsbyen Gadevang, og snart er jeg på vej op mod Fruebjerg, inde i skoven. Solen er ved at gå ned, og synet mod kysten er storslået. Det er højdepunktet på turen bogstavelig talt, og i overført betydning. Min vandretur fortsætter i hast mod togstationen, Kagerup.
Her må jeg måtte vente i 10 minutter. Jeg kan ikke huske hvornår jeg har været så nedkølet. Jo, måske dengang, da jeg løb på skøjter som barn 🙂
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.
“Promise to stay wild with me. We’ll seek and return and stay and find beauty and the extraordinary in all the spaces we can claim. We´ll know how to live. How to breathe magic into the mundane.” ~ Victoria Erickson
“Cold be hand and heart and bone and cold be sleep under stone never more to wake on stony bed never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead In the black wind the stars shall die and still be gold here let them lie till the Dark Lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.” * J.R.R. Tolkien
The yellow foliage shines like sunshine. Buzzards screech above me as they gather before the journey. I hear the cranes before I see their wedge-shaped silhouette. They trumpet loudly above my head. Those birds are amazing!! October is outstanding 😊
“October had tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.” ~ Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed
“The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” ~ John Muir
“…The earth never tires, The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d, I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell…” Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
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