The sweet perfume of leaves of all colours, the earthy smell of mushrooms, trees and other vegetation gently wafts the senses……

The sun`s luminous rays play upon the softly murmuring branches …..

This is the stuff of fairy tales……and we`d hardly be surprised to espy an elf or a fairy…..a Puck or an Ariel trilling…..

' Where the bee sucks, there suck I;`

In a cowslip`s bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat`s back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough…'

'William Shakespeare'

Album photos:   La Forêt avoisinante