One morning at Gårdlösaleden
Written by Annika Olsson / January 9, 2019
It was an early morning that I loaded my dog Johnny in the car and set off to walk on Gårdlösaleden. Stiby Church bathed in warm sunlight as I passed. It would probably be a nice morning, I thought to myself.
Once before, I've been around this trail. But then it was a runway so then there was no time to enjoy the surroundings directly.
Just Gårdlösa is a place that I hold extra dear. I have lived here for almost fifteen years and here my daughters have grown up. Here they have their roots and many childhood memories. And here the girls' father still lives, so of course I have a lot of ties to Gårdlösa.
Up on the hill that we call "moffars hill", you have a wonderful view. In addition, it is the world's best toboggan run… if you have a little idea of where the big rocks are. I have been here with my girls many times when they were little.
Gårdlösaleden is a wonderfully nice hiking trail that is both excellent and also has several interesting small information boards placed along the route.
Shortly after "moffars hill" you can read about the farm that was on the site a long time ago and which is said to have been Frans Linderberg's childhood home. Small signs also show the way to other exciting places to visit.
Johnny and I enjoyed our walk. A sign warned of a crazy cat, but then we couldn't see any of that.
We passed a beautiful quarry, or "chipper hole" as you say in Skåne.
In the past, everyone who was registered in Gårdlösa had to break stone in Gårdlösabrottet. Even today, there is a tradition left in the village, that the men gather for the May party on 1 May.
I remember how I thought it was a very unfair tradition when I moved here. That it only applied to men. As a newcomer to Gårdlösabo, I also wanted to be part of the festivities. However, the whole thing resolved itself by itself. For exactly the 1st of May the following year, I gave birth to my first daughter. Since then, of course, there was a party in our house every year. Birthday party for our little Andréa.
So I pass the small croft that I know is called Tjärehuset. The people who live here have always talked so lovingly about this wonderful place. I was pretty sure its name was actually spelled with K in the beginning. K as in love.
It was a little bit on a wonderful hiking trail. The rest I take in another post.
Quote of the day:
Every human being is their own nature as well as every tree. Have you ever been angry with an apple tree because it does not carry pears.
Have a nice day.
Hi. Welcome to my blog.
My name is Annika Olsson. I love animals and nature. I live with my husband, our dogs and cats in a wonderful place - Gyllebo in Österlen. I try to enjoy life in all places and gather at those little moments. I love to photograph and tell about big and small in my life, my thoughts from day to day. A lot of nature pictures and photos from my everyday life. One and another wise quotation is often included in my posts. Welcome to me!
I love visiting small Christmas markets at Österlen at this time of year.
To soak up a little Christmas atmosphere like this in the beginning before everything rolls on too full here at home.
I like those small Christmas markets where there are only their own crafts and pastries, things you do not find in the usual shops. It feels a little more genuine and cozy I think.
We were at just such a small cozy Christmas market in Ullstorp, which is a short distance outside Tomelilla.
We didn't have to pay any entry, instead we got a number tag with a chance for a small profit.
Judge about my surprise when yes won a Christmas gift on my number tag.
Think now it seems bannemej that I have started to get lucky in both games and love.
It was so warm and cozy in the big tent.
The Christmas feeling was really great.
Even though many days in November have been gray and cloudy, I have managed to get out and enjoy some lovely sunbeams anyway. Along the small gravel roads in the summer village, the traditional red snow sticks have now been set up.
Especially in curves and with electrical cabinets that can be hidden when the snow comes, the narrow sticks are now standing and just waiting. Waiting for wolf winter and Österleno weather. The early morning when I hurried out to enjoy the sun's rays it was quite raw and chilly.
Above the garden, the magic fog lay, and the old oak tree still looked dark and mysterious.
Here at Österlen, there are so many small pieces of gold to enjoy. Tjörnedala is such a fantastic jewel
For many, Tjörnedala is probably most associated with Midsummer celebration, or perhaps the thoughts go to art during the Easter week.
But it's so much more than that !!
Here in Tjörnedala hiking area, it is beautiful all year round. Although it was a gray and slightly rainy day that I walked here, so nature was so beautiful.
The cows were still out on the pasture, so I had to pay a little attention to where I put my feet. The soft, fresh cocoons testified that there was still plenty of nutrients in the lush grass. Probably much better than it was earlier this summer.
In the cute little bay were two white swans and looked to look for food continuously at the bottom of the sea. Like two white balls, I saw them bobbing on the gray water surface.
It's a lovely time now. Everything is in the starting blocks and this applies not least to the flower shop.
Ohhhh I enjoy all the wonderful advent flowers and Christmas flowers we are about to revel in.
And do you know, just right before amaryllis and hyacinths would make their annual entrance, then Sussie Blommehörna had access to the small room she had been waiting for so long.
It was a gray mound day that I stayed with her in Gärsnäs to buy my first hyacinth bulbs. I usually buy some hyacinths from time to time during this time. They create such a nice atmosphere for a little money and then you get such a lovely scent of them.
Oh what a lot of flowers there was in the little cute room.
Sussie herself ran with long strides back and forth because many people already found her here for her little "flower business".
Sussie is very weak for orchids.
Such were there in all colors and shapes. Lovely beautiful of course ..
Some time ago I got a question from a friend ...
She wondered when I thought it was the best time to visit Österlen.
Without really thinking, I just spontaneously replied "autumn" ...
Afterwards, I wondered if it might be a stupid and hasty answer. To attract someone to Österlen when everything is foggy, gray and sad…
But then I remembered that Saturday morning when I myself walked from Vik south towards Baskemölla.
An absolute magical morning.
My answer will probably always be the same… the best time on Österlen is autumn !!
So sadly beautiful that it feels in the body.
The early November morning was a bit rainy but very hot for the season.
Everywhere, the rose bushes shone red with their overpowering rosehips.
After an autumn with the most sunny and nice weather, it felt almost a bit nice when we got fog and drizzle. A bit like everything went back to normal and it became balance in nature again.
Some of the trees had fallen almost all of their leaves, while others stubbornly held their leaves. In particular, the book usually retains its red leaves so long that they sometimes remain almost all the way until the new ones are on their way to the spring.
A lonely horse went tired in his raincoat next to the castle's stable and curiously peered at me when I brought all my three dogs in tow.
Everything was so quiet and the only thing that was heard was the big heavy droplets that ran away from the trees.
At the bathing place, the geese had gathered together with the white swans who were on a temporary visit. Well, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first, because I've never seen them here before.
It was so beautiful with the gray fog that lay like a veil over the place and all the birds that still roared around in the water.
At Munkagången, some "eel crows" sat far out on the rocks and spread their wings like Jesus Christ on the cross. That looked almost a little creepy. But then the cormorants usually sit to dry, as their plumage is designed a little differently than other waterfowl.
Without my real lens it was impossible to catch the birds so far away… you have to try to imagine the black birds far out there, with your "arms" in the air.
Nature is absolutely unbeatable in its own beauty, and really does not need human hands to enhance its perfection.
For me, art is not meant to be built in a nature that is initially perfect.
Of course, I like statues in city parks, paintings in galleries and even graffiti in the subway… but no, in nature, man's strange things only destroy everything.
If that is the case, we all think different and may be so…
I enjoy in my beloved nature. Here is the recovery and power that I so gratefully receive.
Quote of the day:
If you lose someone,
but find yourself,
then you are a winner.
Now that it is "darker than dark" out, then I think about a campaign on beautiful candlesticks.
I myself am very weak for candles in all its forms.
Must well everyone and go out in the November night. It is restful and comfortable.
Have you tried it sometime?
Looking for hidden treasures in nature.
Me, Emmy and the dogs did it last weekend. How fun!
It's kind of like the world's biggest "hide and seek" game, and it's all over the world.
Just in little Gyllebo, around the lake, there were a handful of hidden treasures.
The first time I came in contact with this was when I was in military training and was hiding in a dense larch plantation. Suddenly I saw a civilian man pushing through the thick vegetation right next to me.
- I whispered, where I sat camouflaged in my green combat equipment.
-AAAAAAaaaa, the man screamed scared, and took a giant leap into the air.
It was a treasure hunter who was about to look for the geocach I was almost sitting on out there in the woods, without knowing it.
It was never my opinion to almost scare him to death, but at least I thought I had to visit him when we were so close together….
It was the first time I heard about this.
Emmy had downloaded a special app in his phone and we aimed to find the two treasures that according to it would be hidden somewhere along with my usual old round around the lake.
Easy as pie.
The first treasure I had before I could have thought out about where it could be. And with Johnny's good nose to help, we made it easy. We wrote the dates and our names and put the treasure back on the whimsical hideout.
I am a person who is alert in the morning and I wake up very early even when it is thought that we should have a good morning in this house.
Last weekend I was there in the usual order, ready-to-watch and bright long before the sun had gone up.
As well to shoot up I thought ...
With my sights set on a magical morning, I went to a wonderful place. Perhaps the most beautiful of all.
My favorite - Haväng.
There is so adorable beautiful. It doesn't matter at all in which season you go here. The place is strikingly beautiful at all weather and at all seasons.
It says welcome here, calm your thoughts, quiet your breath, relax and just enjoy. Here and now!
When I crossed the bridge to cross the Verkeån, I met two early hikers.
- gomorron, we whispered to each other in the dark, as well as afraid to awaken the day too cruelly.
There were two Danish guys with backpacks on their back, probably equipped for a full day of hiking in the beautiful nature.
To see the day awaken to life at such a lovely place, it feels almost a bit exotic.
It is almost the same feeling as when I and Stefan were traveling in Tanzania and we were in tents out on the savannah.
With the difference that here you do not risk becoming lion food…