Spring is a fickle and flirtatious season, luring us with the promise of warmth, rebirth and new beginnings. But for everything you gain, there is always an element of loss.
And while the sight of new buds and flowers is lovely, I love winter trees. I treasure their beauty and mourn the loss, the elegance, the sculptural beauty, each as unique as a fingerprint, etched against the sky…soon to be all covered up by a mass of green fuzz.
Yes, I know I am lacking in the formatting department, but below are some winter trees to enjoy before they disappear….
Happy Spring!
And remember, no matter how fabulous the covering is, it’s the structure & the bones underneath that deliver throughout the year…
Isabel Swift
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