Autumn Garden
As the snow flies in and covers the ground, I am thankful for these last images of Autumn. I got one last day to capture the various bits of what remains in the garden. The next day the snow came and changed the color of everything, finally drenching the last splashes of the bright shades in the purple cabbage and green vinca. Fleeting, for it only caught my attention for a day, now gone until next season.
There was one last twirl of the buds on this browned bush, lined up in the wind like a row of ballet dancers...
The vinca vines peek out through the brown leaves...
still poking its head up, greening in the sun...
The echinacea never loses it grace...
And the chimnea continues to provide warmth in these days. That and a means to joyfully clean up all the branches dropped by a 90-year old elm tree...
Like a prayer to the dying warmth of the sun, the colors of the Autumn garden seek to hold on to their fading colors, before the blanket of snow that will stay with me for several more months.
Namaste,
lotus
There was one last twirl of the buds on this browned bush, lined up in the wind like a row of ballet dancers...
The vinca vines peek out through the brown leaves...
still poking its head up, greening in the sun...
The echinacea never loses it grace...
And the chimnea continues to provide warmth in these days. That and a means to joyfully clean up all the branches dropped by a 90-year old elm tree...
Like a prayer to the dying warmth of the sun, the colors of the Autumn garden seek to hold on to their fading colors, before the blanket of snow that will stay with me for several more months.
Namaste,
lotus
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