Yesterday, the first frost of November. Now it is time for hygge 😊
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
~ Stanley Crawford
A Frozen Lake
lake
Light rain gives lovely colours
Wish you all a wonderful week 🍁🪁🌧️
An Afternoon in the Forest
Fall is the spring of winter.
~ Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, French painter.
Beautiful, but wet ☔
On the weather radar, the rain looked like a fist. We just got home before the rain poured down.
A Gem by the Lake
The Earth is Like a Child…
I had a great bike ride today. The air is still clean and the birds surpass each other in songs. Enjoy every little piece of nature, if you have the chance ❤
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Overlooking the Fjord
I think my favourite path is a path leading to the fjord.
The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Bit Shaken But Not Stirred
For a start it was like any other walk I’ve been on but then I came down to the lake.
Once it was a necessity to pull off shoes and socks on this side of the lake when strong wind came in from west.
I don’t need it today because the new bridge is raised half a meter above previous level.
Sometimes it’s nice with challenges, but today I’m happy to keep my shoes on.
The temperature is just above freezing, and the wind is 15 to 20 m/s.
Maybe my pictures got blurred but then you know why. I was a bit shaken but not stirred.
When you shake a Martini small fragments of ice are floating on top and that’s exactly how I felt when I left the lake behind me. Chilled to the bone.
HANNA'S WALK 
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