The birds know.
It's not really winter anymore but neither is it spring...they still forage endlessly in the garden,
one of the last strongholds for seed collecting. I wonder
what in the world can be left to gather?
I watch them and know that I can't be ruthless, not yet...
so my newly sharpened clippers stand in a pail by the back door while I try to ignore the tatters out there.
The grass has been growing...sort of.
Not enough to bring out the mower,
but just enough to make me think about it.
Nothing much is leafing out either. Bare branches reveal long views into the woods
and the last of the rose hips hang suspended like big ceramic beads...quite pretty...
still, it seems like a very long time until those thorny armatures will be covered in roses again.
The days are a bit longer (yes, there is a noticeable increase in daylight!) although not long
enough to feel like there is enough light. Low light might be beautiful
but a higher sun brings warmth...
so instead, the chill prevails...along with my caught-between frame of mind.
Must keep the fire going
within and without.
: : :
Should you wish to cure a little bit of the between season angst, I can highly recommend
some serious playtime with an app
like ScratchCam. All photos here were duly scratched :>]]