The meadow smells of sunshine. A large bird migration passes the moon. The horses are grazing. The fruit trees are blooming and the smell of Mirabelle flowers are mingling with sunshine. These are moods that merge and define spring.
Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
~ Gustav Mahler
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…
~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
~ Thomas Carlyle
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
~ James Allen
“Stars can’t shine without darkness” ~ D.H. Sidebottom
The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ~ W.H. Auden
There are special days in life that stands out as bright memories. There might be joyous days with the ones you love. And then there are days when you are out on your own. Days which are perfect for exploring all kind of winding paths in the woods.
It was on such a day, a spring day when I heard a deep hoarse call above the path. The tree tops formed a perfect acoustic space for bird song. A green airy room. Light-hearted I walked under the beautiful arch.
Suddenly, the deep hoarse call came back. I looked up into the foliage vault, as a large black bird flew into the woods and back over the source.
Now I saw them. Two young ravens sat perched on a branch waiting for food and the latest news from the outside world.
On this wonderful autumn day I can not help but look for the ravens from that glorious day in spring.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?
Can one really explain this? No.
~ Pablo Picasso
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
~ Marc Chagall
Note
I was inspired by Steve McCurry’s blog
Autumn is the wonderful time of year for a walk in the mountains. This image of mine is from Norway on our way to Grimsdalen, Dovre.
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
I love this quote I found years back.
It’s time for subtlety:
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
On my way home from the grocery store, I was a swing down by the river. It’s very important to check the water level after the last rainfall 😊
“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute,
day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.”
~ Stephen Vincent Benet
I’ve been bike riding on Route N9 in the summer heat.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John Lubbock
The route lies between Copenhagen and Elsinore. In fact the route actually ends in Gedser. Read more about N9
Always look out for traffic no matter if you cross the coastal road or choose to stay on route N9
A few things to explore about many on your way to Elsinore: Cycling Route N9
Remember a worthy packed lunch 👩🍳🥐🥑🥕🥙🥝
And leave nothing behind you than exquisite ruts from your bike 😎
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
HANNA'S WALK 
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