The rain has continued persistently for two days. This afternoon it stopped. That gave me the opportunity to visit the ducks and the new bridge by the lake.
After The Rain
Vandreture langs vandet
Swimming
I’m so grateful that I learned to swim when I went to the first school classes.
That sport has given me so much joy.
I took these pictures yesterday. The water temperature is 17 degrees.
I am considering becoming a winter swimmer, so I might as well start now!
World Oceans Day
Ocean
I am in love with Ocean
lifting her thousands of white hats
in the chop of the storm,
or lying smooth and blue, the
loveliest bed in the world.
In the personal life, there is
always grief more than enough,
a heart-load for each of us
on the dusty road. I suppose
there is a reason for this, so I will be
patient, acquiescent. But I will live
nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting
equally in all the blast and welcome
of her sorrowless, salt self.
Mary Oliver, from Red Bird
The Wind and the Lake
Windy weather is lovely. It freshens up the air, it’s excellent when you surf, a kite loves the wind and it’s brilliant when to dry your clothes.
I wanted to see the big lake, Furesøen in the fresh weather, and I was not disappointed, but my hairdresser might have been 🙂
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti
The view of Hjelm’s Bay
I visited the countryside yesterday. Ninety kilometers south of Copenhagen.
Tranquillity only disturbed by the wind in the trees, the murmur of small waves and good friends laughing.
The two small dots you can see in the water are anglers 🙂
Hjelm’s Bay, Moen.
Twinkling Stars on the Horizon
Twinkling stars on the horizon,
the eternal song from an embracing blue sea.
The smell of sand and sea
salt on my skin and lips.
Tales from the birds of the sea,
disturbed by clattering cups
and the fragrance of coffee.
That’s my childhood memories
and the day of tomorrow.
Hanna
A fleck of foam on the shining sand,
Left by the ebbing sea,
But richer than man may understand
In magic and mystery–
Transient bubbles rainbow-bright,
Myriad-hued and strange,
Tremble and throb in the noonday light,
Flower and flush and change.
A million tides have come and gone,
Great gales of autumn and spring,
A million summoning moons have shone
To bring to birth this thing–
A foam-fleck left on the ribbed wet sand
By the wave of an outgoing sea,
With all the colour of Faeryland,
Wonder and mystery.
Teresa Hooley
Clean beaches in Denmark
The sea, once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net of wonder forever.
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Trolls and Hell, Forest and The Sea
This is Hell in North. That’s the rumour of Tisvilde.
The steep and long firebreaks, consisting of loose white sand, are part of a route in an annual runner competition.
But there is much more to Tisvilde than the up to 62 meter high exhausting runway of sand.
It is an outstanding piece of nature and the awesome experiences of mine are countless.
There is an old part of the forest called the Goblin Forest
Getting lost in the forest in the twilight might be a nerve wrecking walk
Inside the forest is an exotic area with many wonderful old juniper trees
The beach is second to none
…and some ‘adults’ couldn’t resist the sea even on a very cold day
The temperature change from warm and pleasant to a sudden cooling
The area is like Heaven on Earth and apparently Hell at the same time.
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The Art Of Wandering
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
My Walk in The Shire
Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind’s in the tree-top, the wind’s in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of night in her tower.Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of night in her tower.Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!
All Ye Joyful by J. R. R. Tolkien
HANNA'S WALK 
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