Good King Wenceslas last looked out,
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel.
Christmas Carol
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look,
and soon these two worlds both leave you,
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth,
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as
that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads) your own life,
timid and standing high and growing, so that, sometimes blocked in,
sometimes reaching out, one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Robert Bly
Chose your path with care.
Walk in nature. Walk among trees.
Choose a small winding road. Get in touch with scents and colours.
Go for a walk no matter the weather.
You will not regret it 🙂
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating;
there is no such thing as bad weather just different kinds of good weather.
John Ruskin
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
I chose the paths running along rivers and ponds.
… Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump.
He has been swimming in red and blue pools somewhere hundreds of years
And the blue has gone to his wings and the red has gone to his head.
Let his red head drum and drum.
Let the dark pools hold the birds in a looking-glass.
And if the pool wishes, let it shiver to the blur of many wings, old swimmers from old places.
Let the redwing streak a line of vermillion on the green wood lines.
And the mist along the river fix its purple in lines of a woman’s shawl on lazy shoulders.
Carl Sandburg
Last Sunday the meteorologists had predicted sunshine, only interrupted by heavy rain with a touch of hail and snow showers.
We hurried off to the forest.
Here at the clay pit we saw the sun shine for a minimum of thirty minutes.
But lovely while it lasted 🙂
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing
Several years after the Bombardment of Copenhagen in 1807, a British soldier confessed an assassination on an English treasurer in the Great Deer Park north of Copenhagen.
On his deathbed, he told that he and his buddy had buried the Money Chest with the soldiers salaries under the characteristic oak tree northeast of the Hermitage Castle.
The treasure was sought at the request of Queen Victoria, and there was a lot of digging around the old oak tree but the regiment box didn’t materialise.
So where did the treasure go?
Did the other soldier return to the oak tree to bury the money somewhere else?
Or were the buddies in crime watched by other people as they dug down the money. People who behave like the magpie when it keeps an eye on where the squirrel digs its supplies down for the winter 🙂
The occupation of Copenhagen was led by Arthur Wellesley in 1807.
The English formed a semicircle around Copenhagen from Svanemoellen to Kalveboderne
Some soldiers lived at Sorgenfri Castle in Kongen Lyngby, and camped in the Great Deer Park, Jaegersborg Dyrehave.
Today, thirty minutes before sunset 🙂
Saturday morning the fog wraps itself around everything .
The light changes rapidly,
The contours of people and landscape change.
A dreamlike landscape shrouded in mist and fragments of blue sky.
The Light Changes Everything.
HANNA'S WALK 
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