How high can a tree grow Touch the sky, tickle Gods feet Will They just giggle and enjoy Or, be annoyed. Blow it down with a storm How high can a tree grow Green dress of Mother Earth Will She smile and dance around Or, be bored. Preferring the Dress of blue How high can a tree grow Sun seeking branches, embracing shelter Will the sun, play shadows hide and seek Or, be harsh. Prance about in dessert sand
Hug a tree, for you and me, ha de Gött!
Secret message written on the rock. A message from mother nature to take better care of her. Like spoiled children we ask for more, more, more. But she is blue, the only one in the solar system.
Reduce, reuse, recycle, ha de Gött!
Walking in the soft green moss with the rustling leafs from last year around my feet. In the old culture landscape where nature slowly reclaims its territory in a wild softness. The bird song cacophony, warns of the one eyed intruder disturbing the mating calls.
Go green, ha de Gött!
It was just one of those nights. The still but cold spring evening. Bird song that filled the air. So silent that you can hear the buds pop and the grass grow. Sun kissing the tree tops in a gentle caution to the coming night cold. Stillness, just stillness.
Cherish the moment, ha de Gött!
It has that wet look, ha de Gött!
Under the protective bush it peeks out. The little shy ‘Blåsippa’ (Hepatica nobilis). Seeking the first warmth of the spring sun.
In English it known by the names Common Hepatica, Livewort, Kidneywort or Pennywort and it can be found all over the Northern Hemisphere. One of the first flowers in the spring.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes, ha de Gött!
We can fly high in the sky, all the way to the moon.
Yet we are sinking, way deep into the mud.
Be a lifeboat, ha de Gött!
Winter sun shines through flooded and frozen forest.
Keep your footwear in good order, ha de Gött!
As I was trying to find another angle for the big waterfall I found this little hidden side flow in the dense forest. I already showed you Näcken sitting there in his birthday suit playing his fiddle. I feel generous today so there is two for the post of one.
Stay cool, ha de Gött!
It has been quite windy the past weeks. Wind and waves brings driftwood to the beaches. Sadly other things also washes ashore. Life started in the oceans and from a fish that one day decided that walking is hip, we all originates. This kinship is clear in the fact that we spend our first nine months in water. We are to 60% water. Throwing plastic garbage in the ocean is like shoving it up the womb of our mother.
Treat your mother right, ha de Gött!
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