As fall darkens into winter, the bleakness increases, drawing me down. It is easy to think that months must pass before there are any signs of life and newness reappearing in my garden. But I have noticed, if I look carefully, I find niches of hope for the coming warmth. Even as the leaves of a
hydrangea are falling, the beginnings of young ones are emerging.
New leaves of
Iris pallida are forming.
Hidden
bulbs are starting to show, telling me to hang in there, that spring will come.
The tendrils of
sweet peas show the promises of a much larger vine and of the fragrance of the blooms to come in spring, while the little
Johnnies will bolster me through the coming winter.
Have a beautiful day!
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