Summer is the warmest time of year. Long sunny days alternate with short warm nights. The weather outside is often clear, with endless blue sky scattered overhead. Trees stand lush in bright green robes. Below them, grass grows thickly, strewn with colorful lights of summer flowers - poppies, bells, clovers, tansy, chamomiles, marigolds... And butterflies flutter over them and all sorts of flies buzz. Summer decorates gardens and gardens. Juicy cherries sing, followed by apricots and peaches. The big red strawberries lean low to the ground. Gradually "sunbathing" in the rays of the summer sun is still recently green tomatoes. Cucumbers are tied here and there along the arches. The blackish spiny twigs of blackberries are strewn with sweet, dark blue, almost black berries. And so everywhere - a riot of colors, a festival of fertility, a pleasant feeling of warmth and comfort. In the summer, a wonderful ringing voice - the birds singing high in the sky or the birds hidden in the branches of the tree - maestro-nightingale, morning lark, cheerful talking sparrow. And towards the evening the music of summer changes - a chorus of crickets enters, which stops silent until the morning.
Summer is the warmest time of year. Long sunny days alternate with short warm nights. The weather outside is often clear, with endless blue sky scattered overhead. Trees stand lush in bright green robes. Below them, grass grows thickly, strewn with colorful lights of summer flowers - poppies, bells, clovers, tansy, chamomiles, marigolds... And butterflies flutter over them and all sorts of flies buzz. Summer decorates gardens and gardens. Juicy cherries sing, followed by apricots and peaches. The big red strawberries lean low to the ground. Gradually "sunbathing" in the rays of the summer sun is still recently green tomatoes. Cucumbers are tied here and there along the arches. The blackish spiny twigs of blackberries are strewn with sweet, dark blue, almost black berries. And so everywhere - a riot of colors, a festival of fertility, a pleasant feeling of warmth and comfort. In the summer, a wonderful ringing voice - the birds singing high in the sky or the birds hidden in the branches of the tree - maestro-nightingale, morning lark, cheerful talking sparrow. And towards the evening the music of summer changes - a chorus of crickets enters, which stops silent until the morning.