The autumn with its beautiful colours is here, up in the north of Sweden. The leaves with beautiful shades of yellow and red, transforms the landscape. In a near future will the winter sweep in with snow almost so white that it hurts my eyes.
I picked a few leaves and berries from a tree. I don't know the name of the tree in English but in Swedish is its name Rönn. There is a Swedish story about the fox that was to short to reach the berries in the Rönn-tree and left with the words: The berries are to sour anyway and walked away from the tree.
