June 10 and 3, 2017
June 10, 2017: Lesser Butterfly-orchid
Make a return visit to see the Lesser Butterfly-orchid,
as last time (June 3, 2017) was not yet in bloom.
Today it is in its beauty.
Relatively many copies.
June 3, 2017: orchids
Goes from the parking lot to the glade with orchids.
By the glade, the Lily-of-the-valley blooms.
In the wetland in the glade there are many orchids.
It is wet and beautiful.
Towards the pasture in the north blooms Water Avens.
No Globeflower (sometimes found here) but Meadow Buttercup.
Some Wood Crane's-bill.
Continue east to another glade.
Here the Red Campion and Lily-of-the-valley bloom.
Lesser Butterfly-orchid in bud.
Uses a stump as table and a trunk to chair
for the coffee break.
Goes into the glade in the woods.
Full of fern.
Further on the path round to the beech grove.
The field is covered with Lily-of-the-valley.
Woman with child shooting light.
In the meadow at the parking lot, Ragged-Robin bloom.
May 16, 2014 (published 20/6 2015)
A beautiful spring evening.
Make a salad with what is available and drive to Linnebjär.
Go to the glade to the north.
Along the fence of the paddock blossom Globeflower .
Many leaves of lily of the valley.
Few blooming or in bud.
In the glade it is wet.
Walk out to see if there are orkids.
Make a flanking movement.
Try from forest.
In the glade are many orchid flowers.
Also some Water Avens.
Walk the trail to the next clearing.
In the forest blooming red campion.
In the clearing are logs and stumps.
Use a log as chair and stump table.
Lay the table.
A cozy restaurant.
The sun descends.
Go over a stile onto the pasture.
Coffee on a log.
The evening sun warms.
January 6, 2013:
The fog envelops the landscape, obscuring its forms. The roads disappear into
the fog, only the first in a line of power poles are visible. I'm cycling on
the road to Linnebjer. On the way there is a sign 'Stone no1, solid and
modern'. The house is dilapidated and is being demolished. A joke? Along the
way are bulrushes against the plowed field and fog. Stop at a pond. Beehives
in winter rest are on the line. At the pond is bulrush. A man is
coming. He is telling the stone house to be built when the current house has
been demolished. The
sign tells us about the future. The dam is a remnant of a slate quarry that
became unprofitable at the oil crisis 1973-74, and it was filled with rubble,
e.g. from the hospital construction in Lund. The man has just retired from
farming, and wrote a poem about his peasant life from 1958 to 2012.
The poem was published in the magazine Land.
Sets the cycle at Linnebjer's parking. I'm leaving on foot on the round
around. Much water in the marsh adjacent to the parking lot. The fog
hangs in droplets from the branches. Families are out on a walk in the gray,
dogs rested. Surprisingly lively day. The stream trickle in the clearing winds. The
paths are muddy a day like this. The oaks stand dark against the fog that
hides the fields behind them. The moss lit up from their fallen tree
trunks. A large crimp white fungus has found its place in the life on a
tree trunk. What is it? Do not know. A child beech retains its leaves, the
brown leaves light up in the dark. At the end of the round stand the adult beech proudly
in the fog.
August 5, 2011: Need to get
out. Drive to Linnebjer. My place for breathing. Strolling
slowly on the path around the reserve. The greenery is summer dark. I
sit down at the picnic table in the glade. Eating raspberries. Neigh! Horses
come in gallop. A
Cabbage Butterfly settle on a flower. Stand on the bench to see the
horses better. It starts to rain. Up with the umbrella. Continuing the walk.
Step straight into the air. Forgot that I stand on the bench. Falling
slap-bang. The horses gallop frightened away. A tree trunk is leaning tired
against former comrades. I feel so myself today. Three snails are busy
with each other. The horses has followed me. They are magnificent animals.
Belong probably to Flyinge estate. We are talking for a while. There is no
wind. The grass stand still.
October 29, 2010: Bikes to
Linnebjer. A teddy bear sits on the sign of the
walking trail. Nesting boxes are waiting for next year's guests.
Make a short walk among the autumn colors. Having lunch
at the picnic table in the glade. Water furrow meander through the glade. Make
a short visit to the beech grove.
30 May 2010:
Lily of the Valley in Linnebjer.
I have time with a quick visit to Linnebjer, the nature reserve between
Lund and Södra Sandby. It should be time for Lily of the valley to
bloom now. There are many lily of the valley, but I am a bit too early.
A few flowers are blooming, the rest will come soon. Towards the fields
to the north blossom Globeflower. Something I do not know is in bud, I learn
later it is Angular Solomon's-seal.
Another view is that it is Solomon's seal. Therefore I
study it and I would agree also on the Solomon's seal.)
Buttercups yellow flowers lit up in the glade. Water avens nods. Take a
detour home via Frueräften, with rape fields and views of
17 October 2009: Taking
a break from chores, including to cut the plum tree, and I drive to
Linnebjer. Have never seen so many cars in the parking lot before. When
I go around I note that most are out with the dog. Goes a rapid round
on the path past the glade, through an autumn dressed forest, studying
the autumn-colored leaves, most of those which are not green are
yellow. A small thing, like maple leaves, are red. On another tree
seems the yellow leaves stuck in the air after being catapulted out.
Behind a yellow foliage the pastures around the nature reserve are
visible. Returning home, I look up HIF - Olympic: 2 - 2. Now we have to
get help from Åhus.
3 May 2009: I drive to 'my'
nature reserve Linnebjer northeast of Lund. In the
parking lot are several cars. I follow the path that runs along the edge of
the woods. Wood anemones are not flowering any long , the leaves on the trees has
unfurled themselves. There is much of lily of the valley leaves. Marsh-marigold flowers on the small wet
meadows in the forest. Enter into a meadow clearing, hoping for more
flowers, but find nothing. A woodpecker drum. I sit down
in the beech forest with my coffee. See people come and go. Some with dogs.
Some with sticks. Some with binoculars. I leave. At the road between Östra
Odarslöv and Linnebjer is a low hill. Perhaps is it manmade? I stop there and go up on the
top of the hill. In the east I see Linnebjer, in the north is farmland with flowering