The Heart’s Core

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

~ W. B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree

Autumn in the Mountains

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Autumn is the wonderful time of year for a walk in the mountains. This image of mine is from Norway on our way to Grimsdalen, Dovre.

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

A Cautious Visit

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Mighty roars that echo beneath the treetops.
Stags are defending their territory and they are fast runners.
You better keep a good distance 😉

Which One To Pick?

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I love this quote I found years back.
It’s time for subtlety:

For fast riders
We have fast horses
For slow riders
We have slow horses
For those who have never ridden
We have horses that have
Never been ridden

In The Footsteps Of A King

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Several times I’ve seen King Frederik 7’s monogram on my walk in nature.
Or I stumble over stories that have emerged around his activities.
He was very fond of digging out burial mounds. Fortunately, he was assisted by very knowledgeable people so no harm was done.
None of which I’m aware of. But then I’m not an archaeologist either.

King Frederik the 7th of Denmark was a colourful personality.
His greatest interest was archaeology, representation and his third wife, ballerina Louise Rasmussen, Countess Danner.

Recently I visited Frederik 7′ cave in Skodsborg. It is well located overlooking the Sound and his Villa Rex.
He held gatherings in the cave and it is said that they were certainly not boring.

King Frederik 7. of Denmark (1848 – 1863)

How do we pay them?

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I wrote these lines as a tribute to nature:

When you stumble, you will find their fruits,
you’ll play hide and seek under them,
and you’ll climb in them.
You’ll visit them with your first loved one,
and you will walk under them with your family.
They supply the animals with food.
They tell you all about the seasons.
They give you shelter on a rainy day,
and they protect you from the sun on a hot summer day.
They are trees!
They provide joy, happiness, warmth and food.
They still breathe for us –

He who plants a tree, plants a hope. ~ Lucy Larcom

Sun and Rain

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The last few days’ weather reminds me of Norway. Lots and lots of rain and suddenly a sparkling clear blue sky.

A fantastic weather if you’re dressed for it 😊

Here is a picture of an old Hawthorn against a blue sky.

Celebrating Nature Day

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Today on the eighth of September, nature is celebrated in Denmark at a numerous of events.
Nature’s Day is The Danish Society for Nature Conservation and the Outdoor Council’s anniversary for nature experiences.

Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. ~ John Muir

Naturens dag

One thing you have to do

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Find your own special hideaway
A meadow where swallows are practising on their long flight to Africa
A faerie forest where you can go for a walk and get lost among elves
A cove by the sea where you can go for a late night swim
A secret cave where you can seek shelter for the storm
Or a lovely lake where you can catch a fish for your dinner
The possibilities are endless and the only limit is your imagination

A September Morning

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The morrow was a bright September morn; 
The earth was beautiful as if newborn; 
There was nameless splendor everywhere, 
That wild exhilaration in the air, 
Which makes the passers in the city street 
Congratulate each other as they meet.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow