The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
~ Ikkyu, Zen Poems of China and Japan
The world is not in your books and maps, it is out there.
Happy Walk Everyone 🥾❤️🙂
Solbjerg Engsø! I have a fond memory of a summer day with differently coloured flowers along the northern part of the lake.
The lake is known as a foraging site for resident- and migratory birds. I’m well aware that it’s too early for summer flowers, but maybe there were migratory birds.
A man came walking towards the parking lot with a bird binoculars around his neck.
Have you seen any rare birds today, I asked.
No not at all, he replied. Some geese on the lake, that’s all.
I was hoping for some migratory birds, but it’s probably too cold for them.
We talked a bit about how cold it was. And about the relatively few shrubs and trees with sprouted flowers compared to the season.
As we stood on the path, the sun disappeared and the wind picked up.
If you go down to the lake there is a bench but it’s not much worth.
Why not, I asked. It’s way too cold, too, he said laughing.
We wished each other a wonderful spring despite: ‘You – Know – What’☃️❄️😊
An Irish Blessing:
May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow.
May the soft winds freshen your spirit.
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you.
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.
I had a nice walk by the lakes. Not the lakes that glorify Northern England, but 25 wonderful small lakes and ponds in Denmark.
Spring gets better year by year 🤗
“Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.”
~ Native American Indian Proverb (Kiowa)
Happy walk and remember your packed lunch! 🙂
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
~ Doug Larson
Are you planning your own walks?
The very best trips are the ones I plan myself because the attention I have in the planning is aroused when I walk the route.
For me, the attention is what makes the journey a wonderful adventure.
Such a walk was the spring trip on foot to Dronningmølle along Esrum lake.
I traveled by train into Denmark’s oldest forest, Gribskov and started my trip between spruce and beech trees. The sun was shining and the air flickered as the fog rose into the air.
Many hours later, I boarded a train in the late evening hours with an overwhelming sense of joy over nature.
Happy Adventures and Leave Only Your Footprints Behind ❤️
My most attentive readers may have read about this walk before. I hope you enjoy it this time too 🙂
We are walking, climbing and running down the mountainside and suddenly the lake is there. Indescribably beautiful.
We are silent for a moment. The moment must be kept, never forgotten.
Mountain lakes are wondrous. A reflection of sky and mountain.
A raven watch every step we take. The only sound is the cry of the bird while it is moving uneasily on a branch. Life is here and now.
Outlet at Lake Tahoe by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
The Head of a Scotch Lake by the British painter, Alfred de Breanski
Mountain Scene by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
In the Mountains by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt