Green strikes me in the fall. The trees couldn't take out the foliage. Grasp the sweetness of the fall, as the leaves become tender, hit and sunny, making reservations. To spend the winter with tranquility and return to life in spring. Even the cold of January has caused some trees to waste...

The end of the summer has been that of the reds, with a spectacular end. I've seen the reddest of all time. It's a huge variety of red plants. Before the leaf returns to the roots, it has to be emptied of the food, and in its move it changes color: yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, red... Between red and red there are huge extensions, but until the cold has come through the pulpit it blushed and when winter has turned red the plants blushed, a lot of pain!

The red winter has bleached the plants. The plants have been covered in ice, crystals, ice, ice, wall, spoon and carriages, because where hasn't it happened? Magnificent crystals have been laid on the corners of the leaves of the plants in the morning and in the morning, white! The branches of the bushes have also developed striking forms, in the form of weak winds, of fog, envious by the size of the dragonflies. They're transparent, our grandmother calls the transparent white ... And all the plants have not been able to carry the size of the cold and many have suffered serious damage to the point that the leaves have become very pale.

It has not been much blackened. I have seen a few blackened leaves, such as those on the street (Zantedeschia aethiopica). In my opinion, not because it was black ice, the ice has taken its round leaves and it has frozen them inside, which hits and breaks the leaf tissues and the next day appear black, knocked down.

The winter has brought a new time, has elongated the light of the day and has animated the dance of colors.