Fields and meadows

Thursday Thoughts – Morning Fields

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My grandmother would have been 111 years old today. She loved morning fields just as much as I do.

Driving through the misty morning of Wordless Wednesday to reach these dewy fields. What compares to a summer morning?

– Nothing

Sunday morning will see the last photo of this tour in search of summer silence. I finally reached the river.

Thursday Thoughts – Outdoors – Vårvinter

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In the early morning, I decided to drive out to the open fields to listen to the skylarks – my thrill this lovely day. And yes, they had arrived, and I heard them singing as soon as I opened the windows. I saw cranes ploughing high up in the sky and I heard swans trumpeting.

What we call Spring Winter, means the snow is melting and almost gone, leaving puddles and soggy clay.
The farmers are waiting for the soil to dry up enough to become useful for the new crops.
I love this muddled landscape and its earthy colours. Its rapid and unpredictable changes between sun and dark clouds.
On my way home again, the swans lifted and sailed away to greener fields.
This was a morning to my taste – but now, time for breakfast!

På väg hem – On my way home

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Efter en hektisk vecka med första mötet med eleverna, och sedan några dagar med lektioner, får dessa hemfärdsbilder bli en lugn avslutning.

After a busy first week at school, welcoming new and old students, this scenery from my way home works magic on body and soul.

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