September. The herds come down from the mountain pastures to the villages deserted by the summer visitors, the mushrooms blossom in the undergrowth, the smell of humus intensifies, the mist returns, the sun shaves the ridges and valleys, and in the forests the bellowing of the stag rings out.
Nature is changing. Little by little, it is shedding its summer finery, and the colours are coming into their own as autumn dawns. In a few days’ time, the beech trees will take on a dazzling colour that gradually changes from green to reddish-brown, passing through a magnificent golden yellow. The brilliant red of the cherry trees will sprinkle the landscape with touches of scarlet.
It’s here and now that the mountain reveals all its charm and character.
