The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o’er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke…
Gabriel Setoun, Jack Frost
The walk was spring like for a start but turned out with snowy trails by the sea. It was hard to believe that the difference could be that big over such a small distance but that’s probably due to the cold sea.
A walk from Nymølle to Taarbaek Havn, Lyngby.
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind’s whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter’s night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
Winter Wonderland by Joseph T. Renaldi
If possible, pack your lunch and go out into the wild.
Enjoy nature and leave only your footprints behind ❤
The temperature varied considerably depending on whether I was in the wood or out on the sunny meadow.
Steep slopes, small springs, pastures, hilly trails and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
It was bitterly cold in the woods by the springs, and the lake didn’t tempt with a swim but I did have a great walk.
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
This is ten days ago now. The pictures are from a stroll in Jægersborg Dyrehave.
Since then the trees are beginning to turn green and the Mirabelle trees are blossoming with white flowers. Enjoy it while you can because this weekend the frost comes back with sleet and snow.