There isn't much to say. Who can ever care to share my disordered reflections, which keep me company during my daily walks? In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Goethe said (if I remember more or less exactly) that the soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone. According to the words of the great German poet, my spirit should have the gift of perceiving the beauty of what surrounds me, since I especially like to go for a walk alone.
Much more modestly, I think I am able to pay attention to the details that mark the passing of the seasons.
September starts today. The vines are still a triumph of green leaves, which will soon turn to golden yellow, the bunches of grapes are already well formed, even if they do not yet stand out in the green, camouflaged among the leaves. Yet time will pass faster than it may seem to me and the change in colors will be the measure.

If a kind visitor had the curiosity to know what else I do, besides walking around and taking pictures...
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