There’s a stillness about the winter garden.
A slower pace.
I love that
I need that
So on a recent sunny January day I spent some time strolling
It’s a hopeful journey.
Daffodils sticking their noses up.
Larkspur running amuck
Greening up everywhere.
My mystery perennial fern bigger and greener
than it ever was last summer.
But the brightest sign of hope…
The first bud on Helleborus
It’s still time for the garden to rest.
For this gardener to rest.
To stroll quietly through the garden
To putter in the garden house
To contemplate the season to come
Time to study OK drool over the catalogs clogging my mailbox
Hopeful time of things to come.