Gradually, very slowly, the forest dresses in gold and crimson. The rainy season has begun. The mushrooms, which seemed to have lost hope that the drought would give them a chance to grow, perked up, woke up and crawled out of the ground. Little has changed in our routes with the dogs. We do not change places, nature changes around us. It's interesting how differently movement can be perceived. Sometimes I have a picture in front of my eyes that I am standing still, and the seasons are just circling around me.
Thanks to the rain, nature has clearly refreshed itself. The forest looks washed and the bright rays of the last warm sun look even brighter. I constantly remind myself that there are still many warm days ahead, but when I look at the calendar I feel sad. But as for my dogs, they never lose heart. They don’t care about the seasons, the main thing is that I give them as much attention as possible.
