In every house there is a whole box with Christmas balls
Winter morning. There is a snowman and snowdrifts around
There are trees along the road. Autumn time. Leaves are falling
On the horizon there is only the sea beyond the sea mountains
There is no mistaking the beauty of the fields and hills of Italy
Winter mountains with forest, covered with snow. In the lowlands there are houses with a fenced road
On the hill the stones are located as they were there