Some Hours’ Winter Walk a Sunny Day in Skåne

Vintern är kort i år – jag tror den varade en dag eller två. Att ta vara på den var viktigt, och jag hade faktiskt möjligheten. Följ med på min korta tur!

Winter was short this year in Skåne – I believe it lasted for a day or two. I had the opportunity to take a walk and enjoy it. Please join me this short afternoon of sun!

I walked to the lake nearby, and found that some little friends had been there before me…

Apartement to let, single room with a view…or at least the house is waiting for its summer guests.

On passing the lovely tree bridge, I reached open water – shimmering in the sun, exposing its blue sky secrets.

Driving home some hours later, I took the road through the woods to see the fog coming and the sky turning cold.

The forest has been cut down in some areas, and only lonely trees are still standing, solemnly overlooking the disaster.

About 5 p.m. the sun was gone since long and the skies were left with the last colours. This tree is standing guard outside a house on a hill. I will soon be home, but first a last firy glimpse of the day going to rest among the dancing, frosty fog.

Vintervandring i Vedema II

Vi hade vandrat en bit på fel stig – och solen dalade allt mer. Men jag fick helt nya vyer på denna del av leden, som nu var Skåneleden. Det är bra att gå fel ibland.

We had been walking on Skåneleden instead, without noticing. But here we found new, interesting views of the forest – marvel unseen by me…Sometimes it’s good to take the wrong turns. The only trouble was that the sun now was heading for the horizon this day, so we had to hurry back on the right track.

Totti poserade snällt på en ”tron” av en trippelbok som reducerats till en dubbel. Med lite godis går det mesta att genomföra.

Totti posed nicely on a ”throne” I had never seen before. A triple beech with only a double left. Needed some candy though…

Vi hittade slutligen en fin liten tjärn att doppa honom i…han var både törstig och smutsig vid det här laget. Inga framgrävda möss i alla fall…

Finally we found a welcoming pool for Totti to drink and do some cleaning up in…

I skuggorna frodas fina mossor och lummerväxter. Troll och annat knytt måste trivas här. Om vi stannat lite senare är jag säker att vi fått se älvorna dansa…

In the shadows moss and club moss thrive. I could imagine the elves dancing here…their tiny feet barely touching the soft ground.

Nu blev det allt kyligare och hungern gjorde sig påmind. Den där extra timmen var inte medräknad från början.

The air was turning cooler and Totti and I started thinking about a hot meal.

Tillbaka på rätt stig igen begav vi oss hemåt.  Allehanda fina små pölar lyste upp vägen med starkgröna mönster i olika nyanser.

Back on the right path again, we headed towards home. After all the rain, the small pools are little beacons in the dark, shining green in every nuance possible.

En fin dag för både kropp och själ – och för Totti. Inte många mötte vi heller – underligt med tanke på så få fina dagar vi har denna vinter.

A lovely, mindful, hiking day for the two of us, Totti and me, and for body and soul. Not many hikers out – a bit strange since the fine days are very few this winter.

Vintervandring i Vedema I

Som vanligt, klicka på bilderna för att förstora – Click the pictures to enlarge.

Eftersom min mamma inte kände sig riktigt bra, så fick jag göra vandringen med bara Totti. En fin, solig dag – men utan snö. Vid den här tiden på året brukar jag aldrig gå här, men ju grönare vintrarna blir, desto lättare blir det. Annars finns inte mycket positivt med de snöfria vintrarna.

My mother didn’f feel well today, so my hiking had to be with only Totti. I seldom visit here during this season, but the greener the winters become, the easier this walk will be. Not much else is positive about a winter without snow.

Tidig förmiddag och en blek sol skiner in.

Early sun is shining in when we start.

Snart skiner solen ordentligt och de mossiga stubbarna är som självlysande.

Soon we have glorious weather and the mossy stubs and stones are all aglow.

Inga kreatur på ängarna, men ett fint ljus att glädjas åt. Det har kommit mycket regn senaste tiden och allt från pölar till hela sjöar översvämmar öppen mark.

No cows, but a lovely light making me smile. There’s been much raining the last month.

Den kyliga morgonen bjuder på egna konstverk

The chilly morning has its own art work.

Snart dags för lite vila och fika, tycker Totti och jag

Some rest would be right now, Totti says – and I agree.

Eller kanske gräva lite? Finns det några goda rötter eller kanske någon mus att jaga fram?

Maybe some digging? Are there any appetizing roots or some fast mice to be had?

Efter fika- och grävpausen vandrar vi vidare, men jag upptäcker inte förrän efter 20 minuter att vi tagit fel stig. …

Some rest, some coffee and some digging – then on our way again. It’s not until after 20 minutes I realize we are heading in the wrong direction…

Winter – where are you?

En vandringstur på en av de få soliga dagarna i jul. Vart tar vintern vägen?

One of the few sunny days this Christmas – Where is Winter?

Vi bestämde oss för att starta tidigt, mamma, jag och Totti. Jag hade noga kontrollerat vädret timme för timme, och den här dagen skulle inte ett moln finnas på himlen.

We started out early this morning, my mother, Totti and me, and I had made sure that the weather was going to be perfect. Coffee, bread, buns and fruit – and a little something for Totti.

Några av fjolårets rotvältor ligger fortfarande kvar, och vatten finns det gott om.

Some of the fallen trees from last year is still here, and there is no lack of water.

Mamma  och Totti trivs bra tillsammans, men båda saknar Mille. Här brukade han rusa ut och hämta de första kottarna att lämnas till mamma.

My mother and Totti  go well together, but both are missing Mille. Here he used to run ahead of us to get cones for mum to throw and hide.

Tunn is på tjärnen – det närmaste vi kommer vinter.

Thin ice on the water – the closest we get to real winter.

Vad dessa kapslar/frön är kunde jag inte lista ut, men lätt och fint svängde de i vinden.

What tree this is I couldn’t figure out – but these little capsules were dancing gracefully in the wind.

Stigen vindlar vidare, och snart vill vi nog ha kaffe…och Totti är redan törstig.

We follow the winding path and soon…we will want some coffee. Totti is already thirsty.

Två rör sticker fram vid vattnet – det ena mossklätt och det andra plastigt vitt. Undrar om det mossklädda röret är av plast eller betong? Jag vet vilket jag föredrar …

Two pipes here – one in moss and one in white plastic. I wonder if the moss clad one is concrete or plastic? I know which of these I like best…

Fikapaus!

Ah, finally…!

För stora kontraster sol/skugga, så mamma får bli svartvit!

Too much contrasts sun/shadow, so my mother ended up in black and white!

De sista solstrålarna på väg nerför horisonten, och då blir det snabbt kallare. Men vi njuter alla.

When the last sun rays are leaving the air is rather chilly after some hours of walking. But we all just love it.

De sista? Vi förevigar oss på den finaste dagen av sol.

The last rays? We had to have a group picture from this lovely walk.

En sista lövrullning kanske?

A last roll in the leaves?

Alla nöjda – och avslutningsvis en fin lave, med möjligen ale eftersom den är såpass rödaktig.

Everybody satisfied with the day, finishing with these fine trees, possibly alder wood since it is red.

 

Tillbaka vid vägen hem igen. En härlig vandringstur till ända.

Back to the road leading home again – a lovely hiking day has come to an end.

On the Streets of Rome – Musicians and Artists

Walking the streets of Rome fills heart and soul with delight. Your eyes feast not only upon the ancient buildings and the History of Rome…musicians and artists are never ”too much” here, but just as perfect as the old city itself.

Piazza Navona is a good resting place, where you find ice cream as well as entertainment…When in Rome, you seem to always return to this place…

And the streets are even lit up with Christmas deco in November. 22 degrees C.

On the bridges we found some brilliant musicians, as well as close by Castelo S. Angelo whose sunlit walls kept them warm a bit longer.

Later in the afternoon…families were still playing with their enthusiastic children, while some performers were reorganizing…

Don’t we all love visiting markets, especially fruit markets – places of innovative creation concerning forms and colours on display!

Irresistable they are – just BUY ME!

Returning to narrower streets and alleys like this one – was just what we needed to get down to earth again.

On our way home, the atmosphere of the soft evening wraps us up tightly, when suddenly I see a familiar picture…I guess you all recognize it?

And, people on the move…

…are very interesting!

Thank you for walking with me today – and good night!

Trees and Barns and Memories

There is something with trees and old wooden barns that sparks childhood memories. Something warm and comforting. My hike, by car this time, was in search of these two together.

I found that Jämtland is a country full of beautiful barns, red and grey, and often with the door in a different, bright colour.

Sometimes the barn is almost overgrown and hidden…maybe one reason to choose a brightly coloured door?

The grey barns look weather worn and beautiful, just like my grandmother did, and they all have their stories to tell…

…whether they stand in a field or by the lake.

Some barns are very tiny, perched on the hills and almost hiding under the trees during summer.

Others stand alone in the blue evening light…watching the sun go down.

Driving down the road, a tree often catches my eye – be it a landmark or something else in it that stands out…

Evenings without a wind, without a sound, they speak to me – the old trees and barns. Childhood memories of hanging in a thick branch up in a tree, of laughing and jumping in the fresh hay, its lovely smell and the ride through the air…And grandmother’s gorgeous sandwiches with caviar and eggs afterwards, sitting by her table with the sun shining in… through a half open door…

They all speak of days gone by, and shining, happy memories of people I once knew and loved. Of buildings long gone and of a way of living that will never come back. I feel blessed to have known these people and experienced country life at its best.

A happy day in the forest – what do we really do?

To walk the dogs is mostly an adventure and a blessing.

Today we started out when the sun was at its highest – and although weak, it loves to play around among trees and stones.

Mille and Totti love this path over the meadows and the old pastures. And so do the birds when they finally arrive.

Totti stopping to get a quick overview

This is his country, his meadows and forest – and he is alert!

He also loves to explore old stone walls and fallen trees.

And – new fascinating views!

As both of them are truffle dogs, they love to dig – and dig large and deep. Count on waiting here for half an hour…

Then we reach the area of fallen trees by the brook. A real playground for both dogs.

A happy old gentleman!

This is Mille’s country – water. Before being truffle dogs, these dogs were dedicated to water and helped hunters in the wet areas of Romagna, Italy. When those areas were drained and cultivated, the Lagotto Romagnolos were retrained into digging for truffles.

Water? Naaaah……..I’m a digger! Truffles!

Water? My life!

Walking on thin ice…

It was one of those rare days almost without a wind, and a rift in the clouds revealing…blue sky! Even a ray of sunshine or two. A mild February day with birds twittering and a faint feeling of spring. (Surely that must be impossible…). I headed for the wetlands again, to see how winter had treated it and its inhabitants.

The day was smiling, and a mild, southern wind was guiding my steps.

The sun was playing hide and seek as I walked past the small pond.

Sometimes glittering and bright – sometimes glancing through the reed…

and sometimes glancing through the water.

Frosty or in warmer colours

I kept thinking of the swans…wondering where they stayed the winter. Maybe they needed a bigger lake, one that would not freeze and leave them stranded on the ice. Here used to be dozens and dozens of swans…

Spring has not arrived yet. As I was walking towards home, the sun escaped into the clouds again. And the ice tree looked back at me in blue. My secret moments with her and some other wonders of the world, was over.

Snowy paths and clinging ivy

Before it is all gone with the wind… join me on my snowy path, looking for miss Ivy. In Skåne we know how fast this pure white transforms into ordinary black twigs and streets. Seize the day – catch the beauty!

By the lake after the storm

I have been waiting for the storm and blizzard to calm down to ordinary wind. Finally, yesterday I could take a long walk by our lake to investigate the surroundings in winter.

There is ice on the lake, and snow. No skaters so far, because the nights have to be cold for many days first.

Last years flowers  stand  about 150 cm tall, facing winter without fear.

As I walk around the bend I realize I have no bread or anything to give the ducks – if they see me coming…

…and they do. Happily flying and running towards me, hoping for something tasty.

I feel like a traitor, a trespasser – knowing I have nothing to offer but my soft voice. I try to tell them how sorry I am and that surely someone will come today, feeding them. Most days there are.

They rest for a while, gently listening, then slowly move back to the water again.

Passing the old house, the snow drifts are climbing the steps.

On my way back, I notice the very different patterns on the birch trees. They clearly  are individuals, just like us.

And so are the stones, with their clouds, valleys and hills.

On going back home, I think about how soothing it is with the very few colours of winter. Maybe we need that. Maybe our senses need to rest a while before the riot of spring and summer.