Come and let’s take a walk through my enchanted world.
In the early morning, the freezing temperatures
Create art out of silver beeches
And the hoar-frosted trees frame
The pyramid of the swings at the end of our street.
Once out on the lake, I walk past
An enchanted red boat house
Hiding among frosted branches.
Zooming out with my lens, I see the boat house
Belongs to this summer cottage
Patiently waiting for warmer days.
As for me, I’m enjoying the last cold days
Of magical hoar frost and ice.
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When the sky burns bright
As the sun sets
And the red turns
Into a magical purple tapestry…
Then the only response possible
Is one of wonder
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The long Scandinavian summer evenings are magical.
But some are more magical than others.
Especially when hot air balloons
Swoop through the golden skies
Before gracefully landing
Somewhere beyond the horizon.
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We’ve hardly had any snow this year – only a smattering to cover the ground for a day or two.
No matter how little – I always feel as if I’ve won the lottery when it begins to snow.
The white petals have a way of transforming life into something softer, more golden.
The bare bones of flowers look like twinkling stars;
A birdhouse becomes a cheerful red hat with white trimming;
And even a weathered post becomes a silver-haired object of beauty.
(Yes – Mum and Dad: Just like you guys!)
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The first night of October, with the sun setting, and a delicious foggy darkness falling, we lined up to visit the Bergius Botanical Gardens for their first ever night-time event!
To escape the crowds, we took our torches to the Victoria Greenhouse, where the biggest, most magical, lily pads you’ve ever seen were floating in candlelight.
The Giant Water Lily (Victoria amazonica) is an amazing 8 metres in diameter. It blossoms only for two nights – the first night with white petals; the second in soft pink.
The circular greenhouse – built specially to house the enormous round lily pads – was bathed only in candlelight and the flicker of visitors’ torches.
Water lilies seemed to float in the air, glowing like pearls.
And humble leaves, seeing their lovely reflections in the water,
Gasped in amazement at their transformation into art.
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Don’t let the fear of falling keep you from knowing the joy of flight. — Lane Wallace
I’m visiting my family back home in England, so I won’t be able to visit your blogs for the next two weeks. (I will have a few posts going up now and then so please do pop in for a visit.)
I wish you many magical skies!