I am enjoying the subtle winter morning light. It’s the calm before the storm. The muted winter color palette has its own gentle glow of insular beauty. It’s a quiet time. Humans and animals have tucked themselves away for the day. We seem to be on the cusp of spring. Snowdrops and hellebores are in bloom. The unusually warm winter has even produced a daffodil bloom in sunny gardens. Crocus are opening and splashing grass with pinks and purples. The oak leaves hanging on the trees until the very last moment before spring arrives look tired. They are ready to fall to be replaced by the suede-soft buds and small leaves of a new year. A bit of snow is predicted for later today. It’s the first real snow to come this winter. With the taste of spring, winter wants to make its last ditch effort to remind us it rules until the frost king departs for several months.
