Nebrodi mountains

High peaks, very green meadows, rivers in full spate, lakes, dense sierras; beech trees, oaks, willows, poplars, tangles of bushes. A treasure in the treasure of the island, mysterious and unknown, this land of the Nebrodi never ceases to surprise you: because of the abundance of plants and animals, because of the mutability of the landscape between the luxuriant Monte Soro and the scorched Crasto Rocks, between the alpine Cesaro lake and the high mountain pastures, between the soft slopes and luxuriant meadows that go right down to the sea, between the shadowy valleys and the softly modelled hills. And what magnificent metamorphosis with the changes in the seasons! In spring, when the modest rivulets, having overflowed their banks, fall foaming towards the valley, while there appear, in the woods, on the meadows, along the watercourses, the fragrant flowerings of the peony and the anemone, of broom and ranunculus, of the cistus and the gladiolus, of the cyclamen and the many orchids. In the summer, when the trees, all of them, from the high peaks to the valleys wear a sumptuous mantle of green rich in thousands and thousands of tones. In autumn, with the bright blaze of the tones of yellow, orange, red, brown, of beech trees and turkey oaks. In winter, when arabesque of ice embellish these very beautiful places, the streams covered with a layer of ice shine like sharp blades and a cloak of snow softens, even more, the already soft profiles of the mountains.