Csákvár is a place I always like to return to. It is beautiful in all seasons, especially in the fall, when the leaves of the tansy turn red.
The colors of this early spring are still subdued, but the blue of the sky was amazingly clear yesterday. I didn’t see a single cloud or a strip of condensation drawn by an airplane.
The approach of spring was first felt by the birds. Although they weren’t very noticeable, their voices filled the space. The power of the sun could be felt among the dolomite rocks. It doesn't burn yet now, but in a month you have to be careful because there is little shade on the hilltop. Vegetation is typically sparse because it has more rock than soil. In summer this place is scorchingly hot, in this case I only go to the valleys, among the trees.
