“At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s newfangled mirth;
But like each thing that in season grows.”
~ William Shakespeare
The deluge is over for the time being and I am looking forward to being back in the Memorial Garden this weekend. It is time to trim back the perennials, mow the now unruly lawn, and clean up from our small flood. The season of flowers is past, replaced with the more subtle beauty of browns, grays and sprinkled golds.
There is nothing special about the subject matter today. Just a canvas of winter color to appreciate in its own right.
I’m scheduled to take pictures of some of the Homeward Bound Sanctuary pups this weekend. I’m excited to bring you their gray, gold and white faces –
appreciated “like each thing that in season grows.”