Autumn is considered the most capricious, apparently through the variability of fall weather. The sun shines cool, sad rain drips, stand the gray gloomy days, the wind is strong. However be available in the autumn of a Mature majestic beauty.
In September and early October, the nature is lush and bright: the trees are changing already worn the green dress in luxurious Golden robes, decorated with bright yellow and red decorations. The heat passed. There is a clear warm days, the weather is mild, I want to walk through the quiet streets and Milavitsa beauty that surrounds you.
From the wealth of colors already dazzled! Bloom autumn flowers - asters, dahlias, and in the air the scent of the roses floats so far. At the time of the Indian summer everything is covered with mesh spider web. And when will the light drizzle, drops it confused them and glisten in the sun, soaking creations of spiders.
And then autumn is sad. Slowly the leaves fall from the trees, turning into a soft carpet that rustled beneath the feet. And if I hit even a small cold, most trees drop all leaves at the same time. By next spring the birds fly away to warmer climes. It's getting colder, and so I don't want rain, and the rain is more and more often. And the wind is getting stronger. The sun every day comes early, on the street uncomfortable and cold. And autumn, they imperceptibly into winter.
In September and early October, the nature is lush and bright: the trees are changing already worn the green dress in luxurious Golden robes, decorated with bright yellow and red decorations. The heat passed. There is a clear warm days, the weather is mild, I want to walk through the quiet streets and Milavitsa beauty that surrounds you.
From the wealth of colors already dazzled! Bloom autumn flowers - asters, dahlias, and in the air the scent of the roses floats so far. At the time of the Indian summer everything is covered with mesh spider web. And when will the light drizzle, drops it confused them and glisten in the sun, soaking creations of spiders.
And then autumn is sad. Slowly the leaves fall from the trees, turning into a soft carpet that rustled beneath the feet. And if I hit even a small cold, most trees drop all leaves at the same time. By next spring the birds fly away to warmer climes. It's getting colder, and so I don't want rain, and the rain is more and more often. And the wind is getting stronger. The sun every day comes early, on the street uncomfortable and cold. And autumn, they imperceptibly into winter.