Inside, the house is crowded with greenery, Christmas decorations, bright colors and strings of little white lights -- all the excess and trappings of the season as we attempt to turn back the darkness. But outside, Nature's decorations are spare -- a minimalism that's refreshing and makes me stop to look at the little things .
Two months ago we were inundated in leaves, overwhelmed with Autumn, drowning in red and gold and orange and coral, but today it's the singularity of this one leaf-- this single brown leaf posed against a chunk of white quartz -- that catches my eye.
Two months ago we were inundated in leaves, overwhelmed with Autumn, drowning in red and gold and orange and coral, but today it's the singularity of this one leaf-- this single brown leaf posed against a chunk of white quartz -- that catches my eye.
And this unseasonable forsythia blossom -- in Springtime it would be only an anonymous speck in a fountain of yellow but here at the beginning of winter it's a candle in the dark, a promise of rebirth from bare branches.
Small beauties of Nature's quiet season.
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