Generally, my garden gets completely ignored during the winter months. And today, I realized what a crying shame that is. True, it does look kind of dead, but like me, it's just waiting. All that pent-up life, just resting, rejuvenating, anticipating. As I walked through the garden, I saw memories of the seasons just past, and signs of the spring and summer to come.
And then I took a few moments to admire the garden just exactly as it is right now. Not for its potential, but for all of its beauty right here on a bright and cold January day.