Autumn

Thursday Thoughts – By the Sea

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I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek

We all needed a break, so we went to the west coast for a day. To walk by the sea. To sit in the fresh breeze. To wash away November mood.

We found more people in need of the same thing.
Some even tried the waves…maybe 10 degrees C?
Not my thing though…
I’d rather join the lonely gull…contemplating life and the ways of the world. From a safe place – out of sight.

We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.
― William James

Thursday Thoughts – Autumn is Coming

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So now we are here…Autumn is inevitably coming to the northern hemisphere.

A short drive to town – and along the road the familiar landscape is slowly turning into soft autumn colours.

 

Some fields are aglow in the evening light. The harvest is in and a calmness is settling over the landscape.

This year, being a farmer has been a positive thing. Working outdoors all the time,  and the weather staying kind to the crops.

We have to take care of and treasure the few positive things this year – the year of corona. I returned home with a calmness in my soul and a soft smile on my lips. Just like natured showed me .

 

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Slope

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Slope

For Frank this week – slopes from Sweden and Spain.

Spanish Sunflower slopes and Swedish Cattle grazing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Closing the Door – A New One Opens

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Hiking with my dogs yesterday, the change in Nature, from just one day back, was very obvious –

Yesterday was a short ”between time” in the forest, where some parts still were extremely colourful, even if the colours had turned more harmoniously yellow/brown.

No wind and a clear, chilly day, we all enjoyed what we understood from the weather reports, would be the last remaining bright day this autumn.

Inside the dense pine forest, I could still find some yellow beeches, shining beacons in the darkness. But out in the open – the misty light had closed the golden door behind us.