Bright colors - bagratsa, purple - not enough for me in the autumn. I went around our entire "flower" residential complex and found only one bright spot. Interesting, isn't it, how nature selectively assigns roles: three bushes, like three girls, but only one of them was destined to become a “red girl”.
Red, you are in the middle, make a wish, - whisper to her, taking a picture. And then - only for the outskirts, to where in the distance you can see a colorful forest.
The field behind the houses was completely covered with gold. In summer, everything is yellow, and now it is gray, as if turning gray. Although this wilting has its own charm.
The roads from our LCD in all directions laid civilized, but someone and country needed. Rolled over the summer, wiped.
Here on it to the forest, breathing in the freshness of the frosty (already to zero, the temperature has slipped) of the October morning. Hoping that the brown spots on the general background of the forest edge will not turn out to be close.
And rightly, the closer I come, the colors become more joyful, more vital. And more than others - maples, stand as such fashionistas-dressmakers. This curly - and glows in the sun.
From the side it looks like a neat head in curlers-curlers. And from behind, as if hanging over her, the guard is a congener in his mature greenery. It blocks from others, wants alone to admire golden-reddish curls.
And nearby - a gang of young maples. Gathered together to whisper about his, well done.
Tremble leaves in the wind, as if light clothes, thrown hastily before you run out of the forest on the edge. These - the richer ones - are gold, and behind them they hid completely young and still green.
Why hid? And imagine that trees have their own lives. And here the maple guys poured out into the street: it's time to get married. And the maiden, the one with curls in curls, the strict father does not allow him to walk. So they stand, whispering, how to get out of a sweet heart. While the days are still sunny, until the icy north wind has blown up, it will tear off and scatter the golden clothes across the field. Nothing will then seduce beauty. Yes, and she will not come naked something. There will be one hope - to meet after a cold winter.
But while autumn continues ...
