One of my Favourite Lakes

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

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

Today is just that kind of day

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

~ Billy Collins

Polish painter, Leon Wyczółkowski,
Spring in w:Gościeradz
Wincenty Wodzinowski
Wiosna
H. A. Brendekilde
Forår i landsbyen med piger i vejkanten
Danish painter, Peter Mork Mönsted
A spring morning in the village, overlooking Roskilde Fjord.

Duck Tracks in Thaw

This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.

~ Thaw by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.