When I stroll, I notice all the plants along my journey, no mater how 'insignificant' they seem, they contribute to my day. Today, I had my camera with me and captured some joy. A humble berry, a little green shoot or the full-blown silhouette against the sky, they all contribute to life. Plants inform us about our seasons, early or late, they tell us about the changes that are taking place.
Today I noted there are few berries left on one Cotoneaster, yet a Sorbus was still berry-laden and there were still quite a few berries on the small, red-berried tree where the waxwings go. I loved the way the Cotoneaster had been trained around a corner, a veritable sweep of twiggy branches in its dormant state, offering structure to the garden. We all need a rest a times.
The twigs of the Cotoneaster might be bare, yet the conifers were grabbing attention with their gold and blue foliage, enhanced by the cold temperatures. So too the red tips of the Hebe. Mahonia leaves were sparkling like Merlot wine, having also taken on the red cloak of winter. Holly was shining like a coat of nail gloss. Two days later I noticed the yellow flowers appearing.The Hellebores are the Queen of the winter flower garden. Yet, let's not overlook the small Iris that are like jewels at this time of year.
Further along on my stroll, beech leaves were still clinging to twiggy branches, shivering in the breeze. Magpies were cawing in the bare branches of tall trees. There are at least 6 that live here. I am always attracted to bark, and none looks as good as Betula, birch bark, especially in winter. Nearer my destination, Buddleja were bursting into tiny silvered leaves. The variegated Euonymus was also touched with a pinkish red glow.
We have not thrown off winter's cloak quite yet, but the signs of renewal are emerging.
Words and images copyright Karen Platt 2017