Sadly I don't really mind. Long underwear and multiple layers just feels right. What has become of the half naked tropical me?
It came fast and quick. The ground once again covered in a white winter cloak. The bulbs knowing, stop, close up shop and enter suspended animation.
Three days of warm sunshine stand tall, unwilling to give up the gains.
How do they know not to open until the time is just right? It is a marvel.
Gnomon, what might it eventually reveal?
Just the other day I was gardening.
Sleep tight sweet berries. I sure hope they will be alright.
Until another day.
Winter has returned.
It was inevitable.