A flower of purest white,
Floating upon the lake,
A delicate and fragile sight,
Yet strong and unafraid.
Its petals open wide,
To greet the morning sun,
And close at night to hide,
From the darkness and the cold.
A symbol of beauty and grace,
The white water lily,
A reminder that even in the darkest of places,
There is always hope.
Don’t eat the Meadow fire goblet. Decorating food with flowers has become popular. The flowers can kill a horse!!
Happy New Week!
When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped …
Morpheus
I had a longing for sun and bright spring flowers after seeing Jo’s post about Algarve, Portugal.
The forest wasn’t an option. None of the places I could think of was an option for that bright sunny impression ‘The beauty of an Algarve Spring’ had on me.
Then I remembered The Arboretum in Hørsholm and I wasn’t cheated.
The beautiful rhododendrons were in bloom.
The sun was out and the song thrush entertained from his large repertoire. The blackbird hummed and the bees were beeesyyy.
A marvellous walk in Denmark.
Always remember your packed lunch and leave nothing behind you but a 😊
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Now the feast is coming to an end for the beautiful little Windflower or Wood Anemone or Thimbleweed or Smell Fox.
Dear child has many names 🙂
HANNA'S WALK 
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