Sunbathing Anemones

Anemones in the Forest Botanical Garden

God Påske!

Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold for a good laugh

Solbjerg Engsø! I have a fond memory of a summer day with differently coloured flowers along the northern part of the lake.
The lake is known as a foraging site for resident- and migratory birds. I’m well aware that it’s too early for summer flowers, but maybe there were migratory birds.
A man came walking towards the parking lot with a bird binoculars around his neck.

Have you seen any rare birds today, I asked.

No not at all, he replied. Some geese on the lake, that’s all.
I was hoping for some migratory birds, but it’s probably too cold for them.
We talked a bit about how cold it was. And about the relatively few shrubs and trees with sprouted flowers compared to the season.
As we stood on the path, the sun disappeared and the wind picked up.
If you go down to the lake there is a bench but it’s not much worth.
Why not, I asked. It’s way too cold, too, he said laughing.

We wished each other a wonderful spring despite: ‘You – Know – What’☃️❄️😊

An Irish Blessing:

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow.
May the soft winds freshen your spirit.
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you.
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.

Walk Lightly in Spring …

I had a nice walk by the lakes. Not the lakes that glorify Northern England, but 25 wonderful small lakes and ponds in Denmark.
Spring gets better year by year 🤗

“Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.”
~ Native American Indian Proverb (Kiowa)

Happy walk and remember your packed lunch! 🙂

Even Small Flowers Brighten up the Darkness

“Whatever you do, you need courage.

No matter which course you decide on, there is always someone telling you that you are wrong.

Difficulties always arise that tempt you to believe that your critics are right.

Mapping a course of action and following it to the end requires something of the same courage that a soldier needs.

Peace has its victories, but it takes courageous men and women to win them. “

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Upcoming glorious record for a sunny March

A giant 1051,6 hektopascal air pressure sets a new record and completely shatter the old March record, dating from 1880, measuring 1049.4 hectopascals.

Spring Equinox

Winter residence of the white throated dipper

Wonders of the Sea

If I want peace within, I’ll go to the sea.* It performs miracles.
I even found eider ducks in spring mood.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
~ Hermann Broch

I wanted freedom, open air and adventure. I found it on the sea.
~ Alain Gerbault

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
~ Jacques Yves Cousteau

If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it.
~ Jimmy Buffett

*In lack of mountains!

Who Wants a War???

We are in Blekinge, Sweden.

The villages around the Bridge of Fur offer beautiful country roads, wilderness trails, ancient monuments, idylls, a dozen lakes, many with fish. All in the most beautiful nature. At the bridge, the river flows briskly under towering pine trees.

The Bridge of Fur has a very special history that I love.
The story should not be compared to the horrendous aggression on Ukraine.

The Bridge over Lyckebyån is a historic place.
Here was the national border between Sweden and Denmark in 980-1658.
In ancient times, the bridge was an important meeting place for people in the border areas.

“For over 600 years, the inhabitants lived at a national border, which they perceived as a penalty of sin.
But no boundary marking could wipe out their community.
Though at every outbreak of war, they were transformed into each other’s enemies. ” Vilhelm Moberg

Hence the peasants’ peace agreements:
The parishioners of Fridlevstad in the south, and Vissefjärda in the north had promised each other not to follow their masters across the border, and not to go against each other by force or fire.

The bridge was the bridge of peace.

The Rough Mountains of Corsica

Unforgettable walks in the rugged mountains of Corsica in the month of May.

Newly sprouted beech trees, alpine violets in the forest floor, rippling streams. An adventure by nature❤️