In my garden right now, all the seasons of life are happening and all at the same time. Some things are just beginning life, other things are in the bright sweet middle spot in the life cycle and other things are all but played out.
A tender hydrangea bud promises of beautiful things to come in the months ahead.
Plump winter berries provide a vivid spot of red in a gray January winterscape.
Neither rain, nor hail, nor sleet, nor snow… shall cause this stubborn leaf to loosen its grip. This is the only leaf left on my Japanese Maple. I have to admire its persistence.
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There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.
~ Ecclesiastes 3:1