It sweet autumn, makes beautiful light, crisp sheets, brass and gold mixed ...
How I love the sweetness that lasts ... which leaves me time to care for the garden before winter, to walk across the forest, take a coffee on the terrace, even read the newspaper, walking in the leaves rustling in making them fly in a cloud dust!
The gels gave the signal to the head colorist and it brushstrokes that leaves play their final score.
the garden, the leaf is king! She finally takes his revenge on the flowers did not survive the first cold snap. Farewell, cosmos, dahlias, marigolds ...
ochres, oranges, yellows, colors of scorched earth, everything is blazing! Even devienent purple violet.
buttons late burst of roses, the flowers are smaller, but the cold gave them bright colors, like the cheeks of a child! Jasmine scented winter flowering viburnum, as in March ...
It will be short this summer of India ... carried away by the rains of November, unless it be through the snow that has already appeared on the surrounding peaks.
But in the carelessness and warmth found, still benefiting from this improvement to better remember us ... later in the gray!
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