Each Autumn, I nurture hope as I prepare my garden spaces. I make sure that seeds are planted. I make sure they are protected. I prepare their beds as best I can. I hope to see a glorious display of color that can't be duplicated by humans. And then comes the long, dark, cold and trying winter. Cold with super powers that can penetrate any shelter I seek. But worse than the cold comes the absence of color. I do see, understand and cherish the beauty of winter also. But the color is gone. It seems like the colorless season has more than it's share of time each year.
But my hope is rewarded with color. Fabulous color. It is short lived and so I need to be grateful and appreciative all the time. It is here right now. The glorious colorful, fragrant reward of hoping through a gray and frigid winter. I share with you now some of my favorite scenes in my yard.
