Autumn in the Luberon is a magical time.
The Oak leaves turn to gold......
.......the olives ripen....
....... and the grape vines change the landscape.
One can now readily see the vines that have not been tended - an inheritance dispute??
Meanwhile some begin to prune their vines, although most wait until later.
The cherry trees take on a sad grace....
.....and around the villages the various creepers turn into a dazzling display of reds...
....with beauty emerging even in decay.
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