There is music in the meadows, in the air -- Autumn is here!

 My girl Syrenka:


Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, are are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn't like to be ignored like this.  It doesn't like to be covered in dust sheets, as thoughit were an old room which you had shut up during the winter.  Especially since a garden knows how gay and delightfulit can be, even in the very frozen heart of the winter, if you only give it a chance.

No pics today....  entire world is grey, wet  and dirty... like a sea... of mud.....and dogs don't want to play...We stay all together, I try to work and they sleep... probably they are dreaming about sunny days... It's is a pity that the people can't hibernate..... :(

And here some pics from the beginning of July... just for lift You up....






















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