The garden in winter is quiet, yet I hear the rustling of a bird, looking for a morsel, or the squirrels, jumping from branch to branch. There is subtle movement under the bare rose bush, a chipmunk runs for cover.The air has the first icy grip and I hear the last leaves falling.
The small bird almost invisible...
Happy weekend!
xx
Victoria
it is amazing the different personalities of a garden in each season. and such different types of beauty- the winter hush is so different from verdant spring- but allows a better sense of magic perhaps?!
ReplyDeletethank you for saying hello! we are doing well!
xo, corinna
No snow?!
ReplyDeleteCorinna, You are right, I always feel the garden in winter has a certain magic!
ReplyDeleteLois, no snow, but it's in the air...
Love to you!
Victoria