Spring and autumn are my favorite seasons, and the only thing I miss living in Israel, are the colors of autumn. The planted forests contain mainly evergreens and pine trees, and the few that do color, usually quickly shed their leaves, leaving only a bare trunk to remind us that winter is coming.
The view from my sister’s house is breathtaking. Deeply inhaling the fresh, crisp and clean air, I try to absorb the scene that stretches out like a postcard in front of me. The green field borders a lake that is encircled by yellow reed. I spot a few red-brown painted barn houses on the lightly upward sloping ground; behind them the forest begins. Trees of different shapes and heights are painted in shades varying from deep to light green, blending into brownish yellow and ochre, to a yellow red.The early morning sun lights up the scene, turning the yellow into gold. The dark grey, heavy clouds promising rain make the contrast even more beautiful.
I sigh deeply. What a place! The only things I hear are the cows in the distant and some birds. This unexpected holiday has only just begun, but I already feel the soothing beauty of Sweden’s nature work in me.
