I am not a fan of winter. It’s not the cold that I dislike so much (I can layer my way though that), but it’s the barrenness and lack of color than seem depressing. Gray skies that prevail make it all seem even more gloomy.
But there’s one thing I DO like. When the leaves fall, the tree limbs reveal a beauty all their own. Some are graceful and stretching upward. Others remain drooping from the weight of the leaves that have now abandoned them, while still carrying their memory.
Ground cover is stark as well. Grasses are long gone, and the bushes offer only slim branches and curves.
The foundations of life are showing.
I do love discovering this beauty that remains shrouded during the more bountiful times of year. But I also enjoy the view that unfolds through this openness. It seems I can see for miles across the countryside, or spot the houses that otherwise remains concealed behind walls of green. It is fun to spy things I have only previously wondered about.
This will all soon be obscure again, as spring is coming quickly and already in some places the screening off has already begun. But I am not saddened by this. How could I be when, instead of a bleak and lonely view, I have this to gaze upon instead: