Mountain

In a felted silence the spotless village wakes up under the thick layer of snow fallen at night. This whiteness wraps homes and adorns the winter all at once of cleanliness.

"In spite of the necessary duties for rehabilitated all the ways and the access, the good mood settles down and we share gladly these usual spots."

In the atmosphere decorated with flowers high mountain pastures in summer, the chalet thrones peacefully by the river. Higher in the valley eternal snows wrap summits.

"In the summer months, the mountain stream takes back life and offers a fauna and a flora the life of which accelerates."

In the heart of a valley of mountain, in the bend of a hiking trail, a dream. The chalet put in green meadow, in background the mountain covered with snow.
" Nowadays these constructions isolated begin gradually to be restored by the lovers of places. "

After a healthy walking suddenly appears the magic place, a lake was put down in the virgin nature below eternal snows. The refuge adjoins the crystal clear water.

"The reflection of the landscape in the water arises in sure hours of the day, it is the effect of mirror."

On the hiking trail lined with these typical plants of the mountain, in every stage a surprise. Breathtaking landscapes offer themselves for us.

"The break snack deserves and lives the best moment of the trail."

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Under the terrace in the early hours one effect of mirror settles down on the lake and of light clapots break the silence.

"Moments of wonderful rest level with the water in a magic and restful landscape."

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Along the hiking trail, a refuge. Small wooden constructed warm chalet in a green set and decorated with flowers which contrasts with the snowy summits.

"Les Ecrins, La Meije or Mont Blanc, so much massif magnificent where the walker is amazed in the course of these ballads. Caution and respect for places."

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In the valley, at the edge of the brook, fir trees, majestic, mark out the hiking trail which leads at the top of the mountain.

"At every height its variety of conifer: at first pines, then fir trees and finally larches."

In the valley the cow observes our departure in hike. In forest we shall surprise the squirrel but rarely the deer, on summits with a little luck a chamois or an ibex.

In summer in the forest, our stride steps over nuts of pines and fir trees, in pastures over primroses, over edelweiss, over gentian or over lily. Later will come mushrooms.

The night snow is frozen but so easy to mold to make this journeyman: the snowman.

The flake: the magic of the winter, the perfect shape of the snow crystals which cover the ground, illustrate our houses, illuminate our heads.

In Christmas it adorns itself with its bullfighter's costumes. The rest of the year the fir tree remains majestic and decorates humbly our forests of mountain.

The break at the top of tracks, away from the others, gets moments of solitudes filled with plenitude.

The mountain in winter gets for a long time strong sensations, moments of emotion.

With its skis of another age, the Swiss knife, ready to make everything, was indispensable.

Skis and gloves: to approach slopes covered with snow, these utensils of the happiness bequeathed by our ancestors.

The farmer woman in the valley dressed warmly, watches with eye attentive and full of tenderness the animals of the farm.

The farmer take back the cows from the mountain at the first risk of snow. Finished green pasture, return in the warm cowshed.

The marmot, the guard of mountains. It gives the alert to the whole fauna in the slightest suspicious movement by its pointed whistlings.