Greeting Anemones

“The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.”
~ S. Brown

We call it the anemone forest, the Trørød forest, which lies close to the sea.
Here we find tightly packed white anemones.
They nod in the wind as we pass.
As if they are greeting us on our walk.
I greet again, and it takes some time before I have passed them all 😊😊

Happy Walk Everyone❤️

Bridge Over Brook and Spring

We had a nice walk yesterday.

The many springs in Eskemose Forest have been protected since 1942 😎❤️

“Wandering in darkness under your high
vaulting branches, I have dreamed so long
of your green leaves and breezy blue sky,
the vibrant fragrances–and the bird song! ..”
Hermann Hesse

Happy Walks Everyone ❤️🐤🐣

Emeralds in the Forest Floor

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 ❤️

When the sun shines hot and ..

“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 

The Silence of Nature on a Spring Evening.

The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread?
I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature.
The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees.
The sounds of nature on a spring evening.

The trail that never ends

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 ❤

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The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.

The Strong Light of Spring

The strong, uplifting and life-giving light of spring never seems to disappoint me.
We walk on narrow flooded paths between birch trees.
The light is overwhelming and changes the landscape. Grasses turn golden, the white birch glow and the lake shows the wonder of a blue sky.
Staggering!