It was a day that included all weather conditions.
The day started cloudy and in dry weather. It blew up, and a few holes in the cloud cover revealed a blue sky, so infinitely beautiful.
But when I looked over my shoulder, dark clouds were towering, and soon the snow was gathering around us, painting the ground white.
When we came out of the forest we caught sight of this: The pond with two young swans and the wonderful sky reflecting on the surface.
It is snowing right now, as it did two years ago.
Maybe it will be as beautiful as in the paintings 🎄
Parts of Denmark have already received large amounts of snow now.
The Danish landscape is dark in winter, and the sun can be a rare guest.
Then it’s wonderful when the snow covers fields and forests, and lights up new spaces and contours in the landscape.
I love it and it makes my walk an adventure ❤️
Timber Haulers Returning Home by Frits Thaulow, 1892, oil on canvas, Bergen Kunstmuseum
Freezing river by Frits Thaulow, c. 1892, Pushkin Museum, Moscow
A Farm at Lysaker by Jacob Gløersen, 1892, Nasjonalmuseet for kunst, arkitektur og design, Oslo Norway
Christmas Party by Lars Jorde, 1895-1896, Nasjonalmuseet for kunst, arkitektur og design, Oslo Norway
Note
Now the Snow is Falling … is a reblog from 2021. Waiting for more snow to fall at this moment 😀⛷️
It has been years since I have been to this part of the forest. But a few days ago, the light was so clear, the sky so blue and the air so good that the day had to be used to the maximum.
The beautiful sunlit green moss lay in clusters around the tree roots, highlighting the paradox of a snowy forest floor.
‘Happiness? The color of it must be spring green’
~ Frances Mayes
Have a Nice Walk Everyone ❤️
Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun.
Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe.
Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow.
It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
The poem, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow, was written by the author Helge Rode in 1886.
The poem is quiet like the snow itself, offering us a new reality that is quiet, pure and gentle. *Højskolesangbogen
There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow,
when it softly descends through the air,
muffles your steps,
hush, hushs gently
on the voices that speak too loudly.
There is nothing in the world of a purity like snow,
swan down from the white wings of heaven.
On your hand a fluff
is like a teardrop.
White thoughts silently dance and sway.
There is nothing in the world that can soften like snow.
Hush, you listen until the silent sounds.
O, so fine a sound,
Silver bell song
Deep inside your heart is ringing.
HANNA'S WALK 
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