“The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.” ~ S. Brown
We call it the anemone forest, the Trørød forest, which lies close to the sea. Here we find tightly packed white anemones. They nod in the wind as we pass. As if they are greeting us on our walk. I greet again, and it takes some time before I have passed them all 😊😊
Look Mommy, it’s been snowing! I sat across from a mother with her little son as the train drove through a beech forest filled with anemones. The flowers stood so close that they looked like snowdrifts in some places. That goes years back, but the memory emerges when the anemones blossom so wonderfully.
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