Feeling a bit better today, I ventured briefly out into the yard. What is left of beauty to see I thought?
I do not clean up the garden in the fall, but rather leave it till mid spring,after the warblers and Thrushes and Thrashers have passed through having happily scratched over the dead leaf debris for bugs.I learned the hard way not to let this job to landscapers. They are landscrapers.
I, being a garden wench, prefer the natural look of dried plants and grasses poking through the snow covered earth. Winter color.
But I also embrace the freely given element of light. It is what transforms the ordinary into heavenly...the spectacular,the holy.
Why, this little dried flower...stopped me in my tracks by its simply beauty. I could imagine it a lone tree in the midst of a desert.
The footprints in the snow could as well have been camel tracks across a dune.
The garden does this to me...allows my mind to drift like snow, to see shadow because of light.
My walk was brief..I am still suffering this nasty cold
but for a moment, I was in a desert in the middle of a snow filled garden. Ha!