Out in the garden, the early spring buds of the daffodils and the flowering plums and quince are waxing into plumpness—miraculously gestating from nothing at all into a delicate snuggle of petals soon to burst out. Hopefully they bring a year of health and healing for us all.
Meanwhile, the vitality of most of the landscape is still resting in its bones. Given the ongoing lock-down of the pandemic, it seems like an opportune time to appreciate whatever little joys present themselves, just as they are, and so I thought I would take a moment to appreciate what is evident in the landscape right now. And what is present right now is all the pretty bark of the trees and shrubs, the bare twigs and even mosses. So here is a little photo tribute to the beauty of the winter garden.
