We’ve had a couple weeks of freezing temperatures now and the last remnants of green have been nearly swept away. There’s a beauty in the architectural form of plants when the leaves have withered away. In Indiana we are fortunate to have a wide variety of trees and the forests take on a lovely form in the winter when all you see are branches and trunks. I especially am fond of the sycamores because they have a stark white bark which makes a dramatic statement in the winter months. When we were in Nashville, I walked through the spent gardens and thought that the withered remains held a special beauty, a memory of green and life, and a promise of new growth in the spring.
Blessings to you,