November we have this year is changeable - one day frost at night, rivers are covered with ice, on the next everything has melted. And so it repeats itself. The snow only fell wet, and even then it was not strong. Barely reached the ground and immediately melted. So there were frosts, but there was no snow yet. That's why she is late autumn, she always has mysteries. Nature lives only according to her understandable laws, and we accept it.
The reed is like a curtain by the river from prying eyes - it protects thin ice, like crystal. I love seaweed by the river.
The grass began to give up later than everyone else. For a long time they turned green despite the various oddities of the weather. The leaves on the trees have already flown around, and the grass is all green. But in these last autumn days she had to give in. Very soon, according to the calendar, winter will come into its own, but how it really will be, what surprises the weather will bring is unknown. Weather forecasts, like she herself, is changeable. Do not always coincide with reality. But I rejoice every day. Walks are good in any weather - on a gray day, as in this photo, or on a sunny day with a slight frost, each has its own charm.
Two days ago, it froze well at night. Rare puddles were decorated with frost as if it had been conjuring over the figures all night.
Leaves frozen in ice made their wonderful composition.
I am always surprised - there is no snow, but frozen particles of moisture can create such jewelry, as if the jeweler had tried.
As if a figure was specially made from ice, skillfully carving.
Every time I am surprised and agree that nature is the best artist.
Each frosty drawing is gorgeous in its own way.
I have been observing this tree for the last few days. Two stubborn leaves still have not left, although the winds were strong. The most life-loving turned out to be, although they have already turned yellow, but they hold on tightly. They do not want to leave the tree that gave them life.
The birds are trying, looking for seeds in the grass. As long as there is no snow, they have something to feast on.
I love this place any time of the year. The branches of the tree are like an arch for a rotunda.
The ducks were glad that the ice had melted. There is room for swimming. And you can dive for fun. Winter is coming soon. It is necessary to preserve as many impressions as possible.
The nature of late autumn is beautiful with its open forms. Each season has its own charm, each weather is good in its own way.