If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind’s whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter’s night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
Winter Wonderland by Joseph T. Renaldi
If possible, pack your lunch and go out into the wild.
Enjoy nature and leave only your footprints behind ❤
When the weather is grey and misty it’s nice to choose a path where nature comes close.
A winding path along a lake is always worth a walk.
The water attracts the bird life and among birch trees and shrubs, I find a large flock of blue tits and other small birds.
They look cute, the blue tits. The birds look like they are wearing dark glasses. They are very fast and always on guard.
That is why I can not show you any photos of my favorites 🙂
The blue tits always make me laugh. Lovely birds!
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
Henry David Thoreau
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
I’m having trouble staying inside at the moment.
Bad weather has rather been a rule than an exception for a long time.
But suddenly the light is back.
Old forgotten colours seem as new ones.
Colours vaguely remembered are back.
The warm sunny shades of the grass.
The many shades of green lichen light up on ancient oak trees.
Oh, there are many more shades than I mention here.
The ice-covered lake reflects the blue sky and makes you forget the cold.
The deer’s brown colour with beige and white markings are shining bright in the sun.
But you might get a clue from the pictures below.
The birds are singing. The deers are grazing and people are smiling happily.
The best weather this week is Tuesday.
If that’s the best weather, I think my suitcase is crying for a refill 🙂
The sun is shining at the moment. A very rare incident!
But I’ll just have to wait a little longer before I tie my boots.
The pictures are from Ejby Aadal. Years back with a lot of snow.
In fact the snow prevented us from celebrating Christmas in Sweden.
The roads were impassable and the landscape lay wrapped in white.
These were days that were easy to confuse with scenes from a fairy tale.
Turn down the noise. Reduce the speed. Be like the somnolent bears, or those other animals that slow down
and almost die in the cold season. Let it be the way it is. The magic is there in its power.
Maybe there will be sun snow and frost next week so says the weather forecast at the moment.
I hope the flu has lost its grip in me by then!!
The picture is from February 2012.
A beautiful year 🙂
We could cover the windows with snow spray.
If we do that, we don’t have to look at the horrible weather.
We were seated at a wonderful Christmas table though the view towards the sea was blurred.
The rocky coastline faded away in a rough sea and heavy rain.
However, we quickly forgot the weather in the cheerful company with anecdotes, singing and delicious food.
On Christmas Day the weather was excellent, the rain had stopped 🙂
To our dear hosts:
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
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.