HANNA'S WALK

My neighbourhood is flourishing

The mysterious sound in the bog

To begin with, it was silence that dominated natures sound scape. Weakly I could hear the children play on the other side of the lake, but then there was this deep low-frequency engine sound. That sounds like a… Read More

When bright flowers bloom …

When bright flowers bloom Parchment crumbles, my words fade The pen has dropped … Morpheus

Choose your walk with care

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… Read More

A Light Exists in Spring

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels. It waits upon the… Read More

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 shade

Winter came late this year and with a few days of Spring, Summer came with a sustained heat never experienced before. Walking in the shade along a lake is wonderful. We went for a great walk along Furesøen… Read More

Woods

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me. John Fowles