I went for a walk in the bog but many paths are flooded, though the green frogs have crowned days. Frogs with crowns…
A Walk in a Bog with Frogs
Walks
Summer Birds, Shaky Legs and Flowers
A fairy tale was waiting for me outside the Fairy Tale Woods. A suitable name for these woods!
The first thing I saw were cows grazing. But between them on the ground lay a small bundle.
A cow had calved a moment ago. The umbilical cord hung between the legs.
Both animals were looking a bit exhausted but after a while the calve made attempts to stand despite its shaky legs. That was a lovely sight!!
While I was watching, butterflies were gathering around flowers and the fragrances of summer was wonderful
Keep your eyes open for fairy tales ❤
The Danish name for butterfly is sommer-fugl. Consisting of two words: Summer and bird
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A Bridge, The Roman Iron Age and a Bog
Map of a walk in an ancient bog
I find old bogs fascinating.
Four days ago we went through this bog on a road network consisting of planks and footpaths which ensures the traveller a dry shod travel.
People lived in this area for millennia.
When people dug peat in the bog in 1943 they found an old road system.
Large stones cover the road, and dates back to the Roman Iron Age.
They also found a plank laid road, 150 meter long, possibly a bridge, with 400 wooden poles that can be dated back to 2,800 BC.
Archaeologists believe the poles were meant to support a planar road across the wetlands.
Lying in the grass
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.
Sophie Scholl
And ‘t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
William Wordsworth
…One sweet hour with the fragrance of the red clover
Herman Hesse
Gathering Sea Sandwort
It is popular to gather food in the wild in Denmark.
Yesterday we picked Sea Sandwort. It tastes like cucumber.
The Stag
If I hurry I can make it before the rain starts.
That was my last thought before I rode the bike through the deer park and down to the sea.
Beautiful cumulus clouds were building up on the horizon, and the weather forecast predicted violent thunderstorms mixed with hail in exquisite places .
The sea was wonderful. Boats were mirroring their white sails in the dark shadows from towering clouds while two kayakers were sliding past me only leaving a faint murmur behind.
On my way back through the forest the clouds became darker and suddenly I hear the familiar sound of thunder while the rain starts pouring down.
While I wait out of the rain, I suddenly see a big stag on the other side of the trail.
A few minutes we look each other in the eyes, then he disappears worthy among the trees, leaving a rush in my stomach.
Maybe it was the same stag I met on a lovely autumn day: A golden moment
After The Rain
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.
Buttercups and Fairy Miners
Everything is lush and green as far as the eye can see, but after a while there is something that interferes with the green.
Golden glimpse between tall pines. Buttercups. Billions of buttercups.
As if that weren’t enough, the beautiful Icelandic horses adorn the meadow and immortalise this vibrant summer day
That’s what walking is all about:
Beautiful discoveries ❤
There must be fairy miners
Just underneath the mould,
Such wondrous quaint designers
Who live in caves of gold.
They take the shining metals,
And beat them into shreds,
And mould them into petals
To make the flowers’ heads.
Sometimes they melt the flowers
To tiny seeds like pearls,
And store them up in bowers
For little boys and girls.
And still a tiny fan turns
Above a forge of gold,
To keep, with fairy lanterns,
The world from growing old.
By Wilfrid Thorley
A Poem is a walk
These grazing meadows are in the middle of a large wooded area.
It is an inexhaustible source of different walks.
The landscape has repeatedly been exposed to different influences of ice age, leaving a highly hilly landscape according to Danish standards. Hurray for diversity ❤
With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define itself as it goes along, though freedom remains total with each step: any tempting side road can be turned into an impulse, or any wild patch of woods can be explored. The pattern of the walk is to come true, is to be recognized, discovered.
A.R. Ammons
Skies and Machines
We went to Nordhavn to enjoy the waterfront but fell in love with skies and machines instead 🙂
To make room for Copenhagen’s development, City & Port will expand 100 hectares over the next 20 years. City & Port receives soil for the expansion of Nordhavn.
HANNA'S WALK 
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