Страна гигантских одуванчиков

Golden light spills over the undulating hills, where the first blush of spring transforms the landscape into a living tapestry of green and white. Blossoming trees line winding paths, framing scattered farmsteads that whisper of quiet tradition. The air hums with renewal as sunlight dances across meadows, awakening the valley from winter’s slumber. This is the Dolomites in its most tender moment—where nature’s rhythm slows, and the world feels reborn. A fleeting, perfect pause in time.