In the midst of winter I like to look back at pictures I took in the summer of flowers from my garden. Looking at them, it’s as if I suddenly realize how beautiful they were. Not having seen a flower in 3 months, I now see them with new eyes. Gone are all the imperfections I was complaining about. My annuals and perennials now look perfect. It’s funny how we have to be deprived of something to fully appreciate and realize how precious, important and essential these things are in our lives.
Birds were all around me and were not afraid as I came close to the feeders. I sat on the bench tucked between the hostas to admire a female house finch who was drinking at the bird bath.
There is still four months ahead of me before I can delight again over the first bloom…
Wishing you all a nice, cozy and not too cold week !
I’m joining Mosaic Monday at Mary’s Dear Little Red House
And Rebecca ‘s Simple As That, Simple Things Sunday