Every morning I run out on the morning warm-up

Every morning I run out on the morning warm-up. It seems that I know of here every corner, every tree and every day nature of the opening and gives me something new, beautiful and unknown to it. More than ever, I love the beach, which shake up the dream, in early spring. Everything is ready to explode new life, all long woken up from winter sleep. I like hearing how breathing trees as part of their trunks and branches of the juice. Even the birds behave abnormally: as something solemn and inspiring. I leave the park.Read more...

... Here comes the summer. Green Park gives me a regular «surprise». Come to the bandaged birch - and choke the heart with joy! At last week's relentless hand almost broke it in half. We are a brother, imposing «bus», tightly bandaged trunk. I surrendered, the young beauty tree grateful that something I said. Autumn park sleeps me gold. And yet, knowing my love for the fungi, are being offered to me their secret places with them, so I left the train and drew attention to his gift. In winter, the park - this is a fairy tale! I run more afraid of the dark park and disturb his sleep. What does it magnificently, I park in the winter sleep! What a powerful and mysterious! On a white blanket of snow trees, I know: they are now gathering strength for new life and a new spring. There is one piece, which brings me each time the amount - the remains of last year's high grass. Once it is no longer live, and not turn green ...