It's with great pleasure that here I am back again with you for a while.
Just yesterday I noticed a wonderful show:
A wild rose budding in November, in Moscow under +2-8C.
The case is that, as a rule, it snows here starting October 16, this year being a pleasant warm breakage of the rule with +13C right until this week.
I was so dumbfounded by the scene that I stopped to make the shots on my way back from the local food store, in spite of being quite heavily loaded with a considerable rucksack + 2 applaudable bags of baby food for my bearded+ moustached baby. Still I was lucky to find a spare hand (was it the 3rd one?) for making the pics.
My first thought at a glance was to share this wonder of the nature with you.
My second longish thought was the destiny of the buds in view of the coming frosty nights.
Still, in hope for the kind effect of the global warming on this particular bush, I'm sharing the casual camera photos with you.
With sincere wishes of luck and happy days for you, my dear sweet friends.
The color isn't Picasad in this image, so you can spot the autumnal hues of the nature.