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Returning from China some weeks ago, my inspiration is still centred there. Especially from Water Village (https://treetreats.wordpress.com/2015/11/21/water-village-yangtze-river-china/).
Most of all…Nature. And man made things inspired from nature.
Like Chinese silk embroidery.
I left Hovdala in the best of moods, heading for Magle, the water and the birds. I imagined the strong cold and the water would make some grand mist.
Driving down the narrow road I saw the sun throwing diamonds my way…
…so, I stopped to collect them…
…and I became very rich…
And, richer I would be, further along the road – at Magle.
The mist had risen from some parts of the ponds, but at the far end – it hadn’t yet. It took me some time to get there though, as only the footprints of one single person were there before mine.
I certainly was richly rewarded. As the sun slowly warmed up the air – unveiling the ducks, swans and cormorants. A heron gliding low in the mist.
The mute swans were showing off their beauty, while the ducks seemed busy just staying warm.
I was looking for the whooper swans, but they were not there. Following the path further on, I finally found them.
Three of them were balancing on the thin ice – while finishing their morning toilet.
The bench where I usually rest, birdwatching, was not very useful today…

Looking back a last time, I realized this was the finest winter day this year. Hopefully there will be some more diamonds to collect this winter… I enjoy being rich.
So, Winter decided to pay us a visit – for one day. 40 cm snow yesterday night – rain again tomorrow…I keep an eye on the weather report at least three times a day, so I knew. Clear sky today and about 5-15 degrees below zero.
Starting out early for the sunrise – very cold. 15.5 degrees below zero.
I was alone up at Hovdala, and nobody had walked the path since the snow – so I got warmed up…
I was lucky to get white frost as well, and no wind.
On walking back I decided to take the road further on instead of the untrodden path. Now the soft, pink light arrived in full splendour.
After two hours, I was heading back to my car, even if I could have stayed longer, I was getting hungry…and my plan was to stop at the wetlands at Magle as well. It took me some 15 minutes and finally some help from a kind man (whatever he did driving out here in absolutely nowhere) to open the frozen door. Unfortunately I had locked it – which was a bad idea in this cold weather. (How unused to this am I…? No snow at all last year)
I went to Magle as well – and saw the fog rising from the water, the swans and ducks slowly floating in the shimmering water, and the frosty herons flying low.
This was a magnificent day, made possible by weather gods and my year off. I’ll save the shining Magle post for a rainy day…
Från min senaste resa till Kina och flodfärden på Yangtsekiang, kommer jag för alltid att bära med mig minnena från Water Village. En resa in i det gamla Kina, sinnebilden av kinesisk tradition, konst och måleri, ja även poesi. En oförglömlig vandring i en gången tid. Om du är intresserad kan du gå till hela inlägget. Klicka på länken under bilden.
From my latest trip to China and the Yangtze River, there is one memory that will never be erased – the day we visited Water Village. This day was a hike into the heart of Old China. The essence of every art form, be it painting, writing, marriage traditions… Unforgettable, true beauty.
If you want to know more, click here for the full post.
If you want to know more, click here for the full post.
Ailsa wants us to show camaraderie – and I agree that this is what we need to see and hear in the tough world of today.
When my daughter, Emma, turned 25 this autumn we all went to our closest outdoor exposition, held at Wanås Castle.
Walking behind them through the park and listening to their conversation (I had permission…) I felt the usual gratefulness of having these two fine youngsters around me.
From the start, she would set the pace and he would follow…
But today they are equals – only two years between them. They support each other through thick and thin, through darkness and light, and have never fought over anything. Sometimes they seem to be enveloped in their own world in subjects I know nothing about. But I do hope – and believe – they will continue on this road of camaraderie.
Two friends for life – my beloved son and daughter.
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