In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
~ Mark Twain
The sun is shining and everything is good.
Till you step into the shadows, gasp! 😊




In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
~ Mark Twain
The sun is shining and everything is good.
Till you step into the shadows, gasp! 😊





It has been years since I have been to this part of the forest. But a few days ago, the light was so clear, the sky so blue and the air so good that the day had to be used to the maximum.
The beautiful sunlit green moss lay in clusters around the tree roots, highlighting the paradox of a snowy forest floor.
‘Happiness? The color of it must be spring green’
~ Frances Mayes






Have a Nice Walk Everyone ❤️
On the weather radar, the rain looked like a fist. We just got home before the rain poured down.

Today is wonderfully mild weather with hazy sun.
Still, few snow-covered paths were reminiscent of the sudden unexpected snowfall last night. In an instant, everything was white, but just as quickly replaced by rain and darkness.

Lovely steep paths and the local train

The Mill River

High spirits among the walkers

Fascinating wooden roots

Brede Værk
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
– Charles Dickens





Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun.
Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe.
Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow.
It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤










The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
The strong, uplifting and life-giving light of spring never seems to disappoint me.
We walk on narrow flooded paths between birch trees.
The light is overwhelming and changes the landscape. Grasses turn golden, the white birch glow and the lake shows the wonder of a blue sky.
Staggering!





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