Wild and Wonderful Winter

It may be hard to look past the bare branches and brown seedheads as anything other than mundane landmarks of the winter hellscape. 

A lack of greenery and the absence of the stochastic hum of working pollinators leaves much to be desired for those of us that thrive amongst the foliage and fauna of the warmer months. However, winter deserves to be revered for its natural processes and aestheticism as does any other season. It’s during this time of quiet and solitude that some of the more subtle beauties of our gardens come alive: texturally interesting seedheads and persistent berries that are enjoyed by winter songbirds; varied and mesmerizing exfoliating bark adorning tree trunks that are often obscured by leaves; delicate frost crystals clinging to blades of grass that shimmer in bright winter sunlight. It’s within these ethereal moments that we catch a glimpse of Mother Nature rejuvenating herself, resting and recharging for another year of growth and change. Maybe we can take a note or two from this time of respite – after all, everything must rest, and to remember that “No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” (Hal Borland, naturalist & journalist, 1900-1978)