All was quiet on New Year's Day.
It was a lovely, unusually warm sunny day and I spent as much time outside as I could just walking around and photographing the garden in the dead of winter.
Even though it's winter, this lavender growing against the house never stops blooming.
I've never trimmed it, and it is taking over the path.
I like it that way!
I made a mental note to put a potted French lavender plant in the olive bucket for Spring.
Even the Iceberg roses are still blooming!
My culinary obsessed son picked as many as he could to make rose jelly.
The vineyards are finally bare.
For me, observing the garden really reveals the passage of time.
I'm reminded of that with the words to this poem:
Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments,
embark on a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.
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