I tried to grab some fog …
And I don’t think I mist!
I love the way fog
Trees, dog, and boat.
Ruby’s favourite pastime
Is to jump up on tall rocks
And wait for treats (fog or no fog).
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Somewhere in the woods, next to the lake,
There is a small strip of beach
Called The People’s Park.
There is a dance floor under a round roof
And a dilapidated, little hut.
Still, the location is good:
It’s right next to the water
And has its own jetty
With a charming orange boat
Sprinkled with sugary snow —
Just waiting for the summer.
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Late summer is a time for the blues —
Time for the happy blues;
Time to gaze in wonder
At the ripples
And enjoy a golden sunset
(And a dog).
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During the school holidays, the kids and I went to Fjäderholmarna —
Or in English, The Feather Islands.
As the boat left Stockholm, we passed the city’s most famous crane
Painted as a giraffe. (It’s near the funfair.)
After half an hour, we arrived on the island
And visited a local café.
We followed the sign and started off the day with ice cream…
The island has a strong tradition of fishing,
And one of the boathouses was decorated
With the fearsome skulls of pike.
My two small adventurers
Discovered many places to explore.
We visited the local glassblower
And admired a work in progress,
Glowing like a jewel.
Tired and happy, we returned home on the boat
Under a dramatic sky.
For more adventures, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
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!)
For more magic, please visit: Skywatch.
A few weeks ago, the sun was shining
And the diamonds danced on the snow.
A perfect day for a walk with my furry buddy, Oscar.
This boat has been adrift
On the snowy landscape all winter.
Our neighbours placed their impressive gingerbread church
Outside for us – and the birds – to enjoy.
Walking down twisty lanes
I spied a vibrant splash of colour in someone’s garden:
An old red pump.
On the way home, we crossed the railway lines
In time to see the train disappearing
In a magical golden mist.
I felt as if I were living out a dream
In this enchanted winter wonderland.
For more magical moments, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
There’s nothing sweeter
Than creeping outside in the chill of a misty sunrise
To discover toffee reflections,
And the deliciousness of caramel clouds;
To stand there in awe and wonder
Feeling so thankful
For the sweet sweet morning.
For more sweets, please visit: Skywatch.