SKÅNNE COUNTY, SWEDEN // but you can show it off!
I have already told about the spirits of the forest,those white fallow deer that populate the forests of Scania making them even more fairytale and mysterious.
SKÅNE COUNTY, SVEZIA // The first time I spotted one I thought it was an albino. I was completely surprised, fascinated and bewitched. I was taking a walk into the deep of a wild and intriguing forest, even if just few miles outside Malmö: the silence, interrupted only by the chirping of the birds which, after the long Scandinavian winter, came back to settle again in this part of the country; the air around smelled good, of resin and moss; my being alone, in the benevolent embrace of birches, larches and firs, rose to an important moment. I stopped to fully enjoy that peaceful moment.
Lately I have often found on Fb the “news” that psychologists would recommend walks in Nature, especially in the woods, as a substitute for antidepressants.
I have to admit it, I never deepened the question, I am a bit skeptical to all sites that report generic informations (for example, for years it periodically pops-up the news that in Sweden the daily working hours will decrease from 8 to 6 and, living there, I assure you that it is not true!), and even if a psychologist or more had actually made such a statement, it is not said that the whole medical class will move in that direction.
SKÅNE COUNTY, SWEDEN //
Winter snow in South of Sweden is not common at all, even if one may think the opposite, especially in Malmö and along the coast. Secondly, having the snow and then a sunny day it’s something extremely extraordinary.
So, when I came back from Poland and I found a snowy Sweden, after I had a little taste of it just after the landing (then we went home to rest after we woke up at 3:30 am…) and after I checked the forecasts, I decided to entirely spend the day after for a photoshoot.
POLAND, SILESIA, TYCHY, WARSAW //
I’ve been in Poland for a ten days trip, first in the Silesian city of Tychy, and then in Warsaw.
Despite the cold, and it was really really cold with temperature down to -23, I’ve been able to take some walks: I could enjoy the snow in town and then in the forest around the Paprocany Lake in Tychy; then, in the capital, I could enjoy astonishing sunsets from the fortifications of the Old Town (Barbican), from the terrace of Palace of Culture and from the Park of Wilanów.
I could have taken more pictures, but because of the cold I mostly preferred to leave the camera home and use the immune instead.
I don’t have any regrets, nay: once again I came back from another Polish adventure with truly wonderful memories.
MÖLLE & KULLABERG NATURE RESERVE, SWEDEN //
Last Saturday (11 March 2017) has been the first real hint of spring, at least for us living here in South Sweden: bright sunshine, clear sky, almost no wind at all (something very rare here) they all made the temperatures around 9-10 degrees even more bearable and pleasant.
Probably the winter is not done with us yet, and cold, rain and maybe even snow will return to disenchant us; but the heat of a warm ray of sunshine while enjoying a coffee on the balcony at home, with the birds chirping in the background, it can change completely the mood for those who, like us, are used to endless months of gray and cold.
ÖSÖDERÅSEN NATIONAL PARK, SWEDEN //
We had an unusually heavy snowfall last week here in Malmö, not because unexpected, but because, from a driving rain and in just a few minutes it managed to whiten everything, accumulating more than five centimeters.
During the night then, the temperatures must have fallen below freezing point, so the next morning we had a clear and deep sky, bright sunshine and sparkling snow waiting for us and spurring us to get out.
We could not miss that chance!
INTO THE FOREST, SKÅNE COUNTY, SWEDEN //
We decide to leave Malmö, by car, and go for a walk in Nature. Just outside town little snow begins to fall. Lara falls asleep almost immediately: she skipped the morning nap and she is particularly tired.
We decided to just drive around than, to let her sleep; furthermore, the snowfall is increasing while getting more and more far from the coast. So we drive around, we get lost in small side roads, getting deep in a landscape that slowly begins to dress itself in white: first it’s just a veil, which delicate begins to cover those dull winter colors; then it increases, grows, embraces and holds everything in its innocent and candid grip.
Really?BOSJÖKLOSTER (BOSJÖ ABBEY), HÖÖR, SWEDEN //
On a weekday cold afternoon, we decided to visit the Bosjö monastery/castle (Bosjökloster), on the banks of Östra Ringsjon (literally “Eastern Ring Lake”), in the municipality of Höör.dsc_4001
Benedictine abbey founded in 1080, is now a private property which, however, opens door to the public, behind the payment of a symbolic offering for the maintenance of the structure since it does not receive any public funding, the old part of the castle, the gardens and the adjacent park with its centuries-old oaks.
And this captured our interest today.
SNOGEHOLM LAKE AND FOREST, SWEDEN //
It has been a while since we have been closer to Mother Nature, a bit because of the last holidays in Poland, and for the time spent doing Xmas shopping before.
We needed it, both of us and even our little Lara, which seems to prefer to look at trees and a blue sky over her stroller, than lights and people in some shopping center.
So, despite the cold, we came back for a walk in the well-equipped area of Snogeholm, about fifty kilometers east of Malmö, which has trails suitable for disables and so very good for our stroller.
(whiStrange Sunday, yesterday.
Slim and rare snowflakes that slowly try to stick around, put on a thin veil that then disappears and reappears, or create only glossy whiffles on the grey asphalt.
And so I take the car to wander without direction: the fantasy, the intuition or a song will decide it for me. It does not matter.
I let my life slide faraway from me.
The world we know, and in which we are forced to live, runs on a highway just few hundreds meter away. Here comes the echo of fast cars and slow trucks sloping uphill, while I’m imagine the clock ticking, stressing that kind of life.
The only we know, perhaps, the only we are used to and so, in a way, submitted to.
I’m just a few feet away from all those noises, the hurry, the busy living, and yet I feel so distant …