Sometimes winter wants to rest
– Not in a burst of colours –
But in silken tones of pearl.
There is a subdued beauty
In the grey –
And, just as in life, the grey
Contains a promise of light and colour.
“It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.” — Bulwer-Lytton
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Turns to a delightful pink;
Branches showing the way
To an upside-down
Pink abstract dawn.
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The last day of November was gloriously cold:
A frosted universe presented itself –
Frosty flowers that looked like stars floating in the cosmos;
Small ice crystals in the shape of
Trees on the postbox lock;
A storm passed through
And left frozen waves in its wake;
A bird hiding out in the icy reeds
Sang a morning song;
And yes, even a rubbish bin
Transformed into something greater than itself
In the frosted sun.
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The bare bones of winter
Bow (or should that be bough?) down
When dawn comes dancing in.
Wishing you all a tree-mendous weekend!
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The mist hung thick over the trees –
A perfect day for a walk!
The woods were full of mischievous sprites.
A pylon loomed suddenly out of the mist
Like an iron giant.
Walking up the hill to The Fort,
We spent a moment by a trench dug in 1914
Wishing for peace in the world.
Finally, our destination appeared out of the fog -
Looking like a beached submarine –
An old bunker from the First World War that was never used.
It was built almost a hundred years ago by Swedes
Waiting for an enemy that never came.
How like us humans to focus on building walls
When so often the enemy is within.
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Please indulge me as I carry on with Oscar’s birthday tribute:
He turned 11 at the weekend, which is a good age for a dog his size.
Whatever he does, he does wholeheartedly –
Seizing the moment
And filling it with joy.
A lesson we could all learn from.
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To celebrate Oscar’s 11th birthday,
I’m showing some classic summer sunsets over our lake
Decorated, of course, with an extra big helping
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If I had needle and golden thread
I’d weave you a glorious tapestry
And colour at dawn.
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November is here with its greyer weather,
So indulge me as I soak up the last vivid colours of autumn –
Doubly delicious when reflected.
I store up these views in my mind
And bring them out when winter seems a bit bleak.
Even as the leaves fade and fall
They still manage to create autumn bliss.
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Sometimes an ordinary evening
Can be transformed by rays
Breaking through the clouds
And a magical light
Spreading across the horizon.
I guess the same thing could be said for life.
(I’m away in England again for a wedding, so won’t be able to visit you. But thank you for visiting me!)
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The nights are drawing in,
So Oscar and I made some time to enjoy
The calm of a beautiful evening,
Making sure we studied the clouds
From several different angles and jetties.
A bird flew by,
The clouds kissed the water,
Serenity and silence settled in for the night.
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The sun rises early in the summer…
But it’s the loveliest time of the day
With just the peace of still waters,
A bird skimming over the sea
And the sun calling out our name.
(Pictures taken at the little cottage by the sea on my mobile phone.)
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As the sun sets
Trailing behind a scarf reflected in the water –
Breathe in and out.
And pay attention to the those small golden moments.
If there is something Oscar has taught me, it is this:
The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention to the small details of life.
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Summer is short and the sun calling my name, so linking up to: Camera Critters.
Friday was the summer solstice – the longest day of the year –
And also Midsummer’s Eve: a major holiday here in Sweden.
It’s a time for weaving flowers around the maypole
And then lifting it up into place as a team effort.
Midsummer is an ancient pagan tradition –
And, as you can see, it’s a celebration of fertility
And light and the burst of growth that occurs during the short Swedish summer.
It’s a time for having fun and dancing around the maypole
Like a little frog in time-honoured tradition –
(Yes, this is me being silly…)
Although for some, a short nap in the green summer grass
Is more than welcome.
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There is nothing more delicious
Than the candy stripes
Of a late summer sunset
That softens from pink
Into orange ribbons,
And finally melts
Into reflected peace.
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Come sit with us a while –
You don’t need to speak –
It’s enough to let our hearts swell
With golden joy.
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There’s nothing I enjoy more
Than rush hour on the lake
When water, birds and light
Become beautiful abstract art.
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The lake is now water
And the cold spring is just waiting to burst into flower and warmth (sometime soon, I hope).
But before that, I wanted to post one of my favourite photos from this winter.
The purple sunset over the iced over lake
And Oscar looking majestic.
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April seems stuck in the beauty of winter.
A couple of weeks ago, we enjoyed
A pink panorama of big skies and fluffy clouds.
And only a couple of days ago,
The snow cover on the lake was gone
And the cold mist seemed to make
The clouds as silver and soft as silk.
Gently, almost secretly, spring is approaching!
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Since we’ve had fresh snow and sinking temperatures –
Down to minus 19 C this week –
I am inspired to show you the colours of cold.
Sometimes the cold is a golden fog,
Sometimes an intense orange framed by trees.
When the dawn is really cold,
The fingers of the sun paint the treetops
With frosted red.
My favourite winter colour
Has to be the diamond carpet of snow
Topped off by dazzling blue skies and sun –
It’s moments like these that lift my spirits.
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People want to know if I’m tired of winter and longing for the spring.
The answer is no.
Late winter is a fabulous time of dazzling sun;
Of lacy art made out of ice and rainbows:
Of exhilarating days of trees made out of curtains of lace.
It’s still minus 14C when we wake up
Making it pleasant to walk on the iced over lake
To enjoy the sight of sunken boats and endless blue skies.
The secret to happiness is not to long for something you don’t have
But to enjoy fully what you do have.
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Life doesn’t get much better than this:
Freezing mornings with glitter and diamonds;
A good long walk in the thick snow
And plenty of play and smiles.
No one snows this better than Oscar.
(OK – I know I’m on thin ice here, so snow more puns!)
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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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