Winter Hush

I love the hush of a winter garden. Drifts of leaves pile up carelessly, a lone apple on the tree, yellowing. Moss growing on stone steps, which will be blasted by the heat of summer but, now, all is cool. A scent of woodsmoke hangs in the air. The piracantha glow like embers. A forgotten rake lays idle.

So much stillness, so much promise for Spring…

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2 responses to “Winter Hush

  1. those are some PHENOMENAL gardens-is that your moms place? gorgeous!

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