Spring is brown; summer, green; autumn, yellow; winter, white; November, gray.

 My boy Florek:

Autumn I love thy latter end to view  

In cold Novembers days so bleak and bare 

When like life's dwindled thread worn nearly thro 

 Wi lingering pottering pace and head bleach'd bare / 

Thou like an old man bids the world adieu....

 Today again no difference between day & night, all the time the same cupe darkness...No pics again... but I  found some photos taken a year ago...:)