…Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!’
Robert Louis Stevenson
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
I’m having trouble staying inside at the moment.
Bad weather has rather been a rule than an exception for a long time.
But suddenly the light is back.
Old forgotten colours seem as new ones.
Colours vaguely remembered are back.
The warm sunny shades of the grass.
The many shades of green lichen light up on ancient oak trees.
Oh, there are many more shades than I mention here.
The ice-covered lake reflects the blue sky and makes you forget the cold.
The deer’s brown colour with beige and white markings are shining bright in the sun.
But you might get a clue from the pictures below.
The birds are singing. The deers are grazing and people are smiling happily.