“Perhaps what moves us in winter is some reminiscence of far off summer … The cold is merely superficial; it is summer still at the core, far, far within.”
– H. D. Thoreau
Photos by K. Houk and S. Rockmuller.
By the door of the studio, clematis is producing many flowers after the rain. Today the sun was bright, and I could almost see the flowers opening before my eyes.
The flowers look like a creature’s maw when they open.
The centers are amazing!
First the snowdrops and a couple of crocuses appeared.
Then more snow.
Now the snow has melted, and the flowers have reemerged.
And there are more to come.
A possum decided to explore the cat’s den on the front porch.
Meanwhile, I’ve put together two more terrariums. Photos to follow if energy allows!
In February the snowdrops blossomed, and now the crocuses have joined them.
The bees, fuzzy with pollen, luxuriated in the blossoms.
The weather has been warm, not typical November weather. I love the feel and smell of autumn, so I’m happy with this warm sunny spell.
The crows put me in mind of The Dark is Rising (Susan Cooper). Crows as harbingers. There is a sense of stillness, of waiting.
Again my life is filled with a series of ER and doctor visits. The most recent was for my mother’s fall. Life is such a mixture of beauty and pain.