A Day in February in the Windy Kolindsund, Djursland.....

A Day in February with a milder temperature, but with an ice-cold wind. Still two more months before the"real" spring is arriving. What I especially like about this time of the year is that I can enjoy the black silhouettes of the trees upon the clear blue sky without thinking that this will last six months before the trees will burst into leaves again. Yes, the winter is too long here. I miss the birds and the butterflies. How do they survive? But no matter how hard the winter has been the birds begin to sing at the first little sight of spring, and the butterflies and bees come out like little miracles in the springtime. So who am I to complain?  

  It showed that we had chosen one of the coldest places in the country, a sound which was a sea thousands of years ago, but still lies like a large land with no shelter. A flock of swans had found a place in the corner of a small lake, which was filled with brash ice.

In the distance was a little village and a medieval parish church in Tøstrup from the 1100th. So many years it has been  there as a witness of so much, which we do not know much about today.

"When I live in such a desolate place it doesn't matter that I am a little messy!" he might think! But I have noticed that there are some villages, where so many farms and houses are surrounded by a mess of old things, old cars, tractors, stone-heaps, decayed outhouses, neglected gardens, while other villages are neat and well-kept, the outhouses are fine and painted and the gardens are lovely to look at. Maybe it is catching? Just a thought.

Here they are again, one of my many weaknesses,
this time a windblown hedgerow, which is a vigorous growth in summer, but it is also picturesque now. It is simple, brings quietness to your mind, if that's what you want - and this is what I want today.




 
I have always room for a horse or more than one, but this white horse seemed to be alone, grazing in a landscape with a wide view all the way to the northern part of Djursland. Why should  a horse care
about such a useless  waste of time? Is he just enjoying life? If he is a she the name might be Blondie.

This was the little yellow house on the corner. I almost missed it in the move. I like yellow houses.
Well,. this one is almost white, but it is a neat little
house. No garden? Again some silhouettes, this time
some crippled birch trees, which are pretty in summer.



 

 And then it became dark afternoon on our way home..............

photo Kolindsund 5. February 2011: grethe bachmann