Winter has arrived. It always does. Finally our ash and beech trees have given up their leaves and autumn’s glorious colours have gone but our garden is not willing to let go of every flower. The roses hold on tightly to their remaining buds and as I walk past, memories of an early spring and warm summer create a delightful picture in my mind.
Golden yellow hypericum is flowering again, there appears to be no stopping it and the spiky pyracantha is covered in bright orange berries. Fragrant, sweet smelling pink Viburnum contrasts beautifully against the sky on grey sunless days.
Hellebores, one of my favourite winter/spring flowers, appear like magic, they are happy to be back after their summer slumber.
Today, at first light, waiting for the dawn, the garden has woken up to the first frost.
Sunrise will come soon and the birds will follow. Yesterday our garden was filled with goldfinches feeding on everything they could find …….. a large green woodpecker and many blackbirds foraged under the leaves. Blue tits and great tits joined them in a feeding frenzy, bringing so much life to the garden but where are the robins?
I was inspired to paint the garden in autumn – will I be inspired to paint the garden in winter? Winter has a beauty all of its own.
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