HANNA'S WALK

Dear March

Summer in the light …

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens

A walk in the month of March

Todays walk is the finest expression for the month of March: Sun at the start, mud on the path, replaced by white creaking snow after a few hundred meters. Then the sun disappears behind a cloud and soon… Read More

The sun on ripened grain…

Do not stand at my grave and weep: I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I… Read More

March

…det var marts som kom Nu kom den tredje; han så ud som bare faste, men knejsede, for han var i familie med “de fyrretyve riddere” og var vejrprofet; men det er ikke noget fedt embede, derfor priste… Read More