The fragrance of heather and bog is like an instant journey into the Norwegian mountains.
I went for a walk in the bog but many paths are flooded, though the green frogs have crowned days. Frogs with crowns…
“Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the… Read More
As always when I see cotton flowers, I think of Valdresflya in Norway.
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone, And yet not out by any… Read More
Er det forbundet med livsfare at færdes i den danske natur? Vi har ikke svimlende bjerge, eller dybe kløfter. Naturligvis kan vi være uheldige, hvis vi går rundt i mørke langs Furesøen i Nørreskoven, men vi skal til… Read More