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.

While the Sun was Setting…

The meadow smells of sunshine. A large bird migration passes the moon. The horses are grazing. The fruit trees are blooming and the smell of Mirabelle flowers are mingling with sunshine. These are moods that merge and define spring.

Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
~ Gustav Mahler

A Miraculous Change

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

Dear Silly Spring

We sat on a fallen tree, enjoying the warmth from the spring sun. Finally, warmer weather!
It was a wonderful day of good wind and scudding clouds.
But I noticed, small bits of cotton wool dancing in the wind, shining in the sun. Seed heads I thought, until one of the objects melted in my hand, it was snowflakes, April! 🙂

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
Wallace Stevens


… det var april som kom.


“Op og ned er det med humøret!” sagde han, “regn og solskin, flytten ud og flytten ind! jeg er også flyttedagskommissær, jeg er bedemand, jeg kan både le og græde.


Jeg har sommertøj i kufferten, men det ville være meget galt at tage det i brug. Her er jeg! til stads går jeg i silkestrømper og med muffe!”

Tolv med posten, Et eventyr af Hans Christian Andersen