Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods

Mirror, mirror in the lake

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Still no snow. Still now frost.

Clouds hiding the sun, but still mild and comfortable for the season

I work 50% this week, still recovering, almost back to my old self, and spent Monday at home. Or partly at home. At lunchtime I packed my backpack and drove up the hills, to Bymarka, again hiking around Kobberdammen.

Very few people out on a Monday morning. Nature was there for me. Nature was all mine.

Reflections on water, in water.

Mirror, mirror in the lake............what can you tell me?

No words about the past, none of the future. A silent whisper of here, now.

Nature, the perfect battery charger.

I can easily get used to this life.....

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I can easily get used to this life. The life of pampering myself.

I wake up, read the newspaper, eat my breakfast, have my time for silence, Bible and prayers, feed the birds, blog, read, do a little this and that in the house, sit down at my desk for some paperwork. Look out the window. Enjoy the low sun, the ever changing sky, the autumn colours.

When it is almost time for lunch I fill a thermos with coffee, cut a couple of pieces of bread, search for a hidden piece of chocolate or cut a piece of my mother´s fyrstekake, or the spice cake with foxberries and cranberries which a dear friend gave me the other day. Then I drive up to Bymarka, unfold my map and search for paths new to me.

Yesterday a walk around the small lake of Baklidammen was my goal. Low sun, strong wind playing a symphony in the tree tops. A nature in peace, praising the season.

 

 

 

 

I could easily get used to this life. The life of pampering myself.

When the most difficult challenge during the day is to choose which photos to share with you among the dozens I take every day.

(may be I am not quite honest, there are other challenges as well, concerning my nose, my sinuses, my head, but I don´t want to focus on that, at least not here..........)

I don´t see many animals on my walks, but I see their tracks. Like these trees cut down by the beavers. In my backpack I always have a book, to read a little after lunch. Wouldn´t it be wonderful to sit down near these trees and read Narnia, and the brave beavers there :-)

 

 

"This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it"

( thank you Susan, your comment on yesterday´s post came in just as I was finishing this post )