It wasn’t my intention to post TWO bud photos in a row but, two things: it’s all happening (!) and a lot of that activity looks like plants, trees, bushes, vines, budding out. And it’s awesome.
Second, I got my eyes dilated yesterday and spent half the day incapacitated (ugh!) unable to take photos, do any computer work, or be functional, really, in any way. By the time I got my vision back, it was slim pickins’. Fortunately for me, I don’t have to look very far to see the wonders of spring afoot…
92/365: honeysuckle vine with buds
It is no one’s design or intention. But this line forms the most interesting part of the whole wall.
We might think we’re seeking perfection but, a lot of what we love most is in the flaws.
The garden sleeps, tucked in beneath the snow, undisturbed by the occasional rabbit crossing, unaware of the wind and weather.
Time passes and leaves marks. Blue-gray metal beneath flaking paint and the blue-green hint of patina. Remnant leaves still on the vine almost vibrant in their crunchy orange contrast, a memento of seasons past.
Winter garden: paradigm of biding one’s time.
57/365: faucet with vine