Seasons

The trail that never ends

Posted on by Hanna

Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun.
Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe.
Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow.
It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤

Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø

The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.

One of my Favourite Lakes

Posted on by Hanna

We walk a few kilometers along winding residential roads with flowering shrubs, trees and cozy houses, and soon we are down by the lake.
This is years and a few lock downs since I last was here, and I’m completely overwhelmed by the thoughts of all the fun and strenuous experiences that have piled up over the years.
It is cold and windy. The weather is very changeable and the rain showers violent. Still, we meet people who are out and about.
Soon it is pouring down with hail and heavy rain, and we hurry to shelter under some large oak trees. Another awesome moment where nature sets the agenda ⛈️😊

Happy Walk to All of You

Leave Only Your Footprints Behind 🥾🍀🥾🍀🥾

The Magic of Nature

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I’m looking out my window and everything is gray.
The lake disappear in the mist, but the autumn’s bubbling foliage makes me smile ❤

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.”
~ Victoria Erickson

“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.”
~ Hal Borland

“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.”
~ Shira Tamir

“Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.”
~ William Wordsworth