The last time I shared the life of the gardens nighttime temperatures were below freezing and there was snow on the ground.
Now windows are opened both day and night while the cacophony of bird songs overwhelm one’s sense of hearing.
Babies are born, flowers grow and vegetables harvested.
The gardens are another year older as are its inhabitants …
If there is snow we see a season of white
Otherwise we see shades of brown and gray
But walk slowly and look closely
and you will see colors of spring and summer
What was once a liquid is now a solid
It wraps itself around all it touches
Freezing as it follows paths dictated by gravity
Almost invisible to human sight small imperfections glisten like encrusted crystals
As warmth creeps back into the valleys what is first an almost imperceptible sound becomes louder as the melting ice releases itself from branches and berries and crashes to the forest floor
Perceptions – formulated by what we see, feel, hear, smell or taste
The absence of sound, the feeling of stillness
A world of grey and white punctuated by color seen on a summer’s day
A night-time snowfall the earth covered in a mantle of white
A blanket of security