Only in February, the residents of Turkmenistan were able to see fluffy snowflakes, flying from the sky. Mountain slopes of Kopetdag, which gloomily darken on the background of cloudless sky, turned into white pure sheet, where the entry-level skiers draw their uncomplicated ornaments. In the near future, artificial snow line will appear here. For the present, the local downhill skiers got an opportunity to master real snowy slopes.




The frost has subsided and by this time, it is possible to see how delicate greenery begins to shoot among stones, how the branches of trees and bushes turn towards the sun, how birds shake off from juniper its white locks. Only at the end of January, one could find snowdrops in foothills and hills. One of these days, warm sun will gift us a whole scattering of primroses, having turned transient attire of winter into cheerful murmur of rivulets.