Thursday, January 3, 2013
Silvery sentinels :: silver and gold :: this year's brush pile :: buckeye bush :: ghostly dogwood
Oh, how I love winter!!! The silver-clad tree limbs. The soft, golden whispers of the tall brush sedge in the meadow. Without the protection of the leaved trees, the grasses are at the mercy of the winter wind, and oh how beautiful it is! Golden and swaying to and fro in great waves and shudders of movement. It's like watching a very secret, sacred dance. I can completely understand why the Native Americans who used to live here believed in a wind spirit. I think I believe in it too! The bare trees are so delicate and fragile-looking. But, it occurs to me, that it is perhaps now when they are their strongest. Turning inward. Drawing strength from within. Maybe that's why I love winter so much. The quiet. The stillness. The time for reflection and looking inward.
The last photo is of one of my favorite winter time trees - the dogwood. The bare branches remind me of deer antlers, and I often use them in holiday decorating. They look beautiful tucked in between evergreen boughs. I took this picture at dusk. It was too dark, and I had to use the flash, but I love how it looks.
For my friend Margaret.