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…'
Album photos: La Forêt avoisinante