Our favorite park is located in the city. On both sides of the park surrounds the water. So it is an island, and to get to it, it is necessary to move a small bridge. And when you go to find yourself in a strange corner. Here you will forget everything. Breathe easy, as here, other than deciduous trees, pine trees there. I like the park at any time of the year, but autumn — this time, which reveals the beauty that you will not see in the summer. I slowly walk the path between the poplars, shrubs, elms, stop, waving his hand web that touches my face and stop. Before me maples. They are reminiscent of the golden balls. Gold under them and they are even on a cloudy day blinding. But I notice maple with purple foliage. This is a real sign of autumn. It should go a little sideways — begins Garden. It is not subject to the whims of any fall. This fir, a favorite spot squirrels and forty. And now I can see how some of the protein found in wilted grass and quickly tries to disappear. But it was noticed. Forty watching squirrels and warns her about something his wooden chirping. Spruce ends, and then — birch. Light pours from trunks, their whiteness especially expressive outlines on cloudy, overcast days. Lemon leaves flies and flies sad rain. I cup your hands and try to catch at least one leaf. Now I have it in hand. I consider it a work of nature. Cool leaf, carved like a coin. And what paint!
