Fog and 9 degrees fahrenheit… I visit the west gardens where magnolias, lilacs, and arborvitaes seem to hang in space as early light returns to the gardens…
Arbors to the east and west stand vigil over the cold of early morning…
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There's a timelessness in the grayness before the sun shows itself…
Eventually the sky brightens with a touch of color, although the presence of bright sun would not last long…
To the southeast the tiniest sense of a glow begins to present itself through the canopy of birches, maples, and magnolias…
Snow lays heavily on the gazebo and frost adorns trees such as Betula "Crimson Frost", seemingly emphasizing the 'frost' in the plant's name in lieu of the crimson foliage of summer…
The snow along the gazebo path is greatly disturbed, not by the trails of rabbits and voles, but rather the ramblings of two little boys visiting Grandpa and Grandma's gardens for Christmas…
Elsewhere cultivars of malus glow in the coming of sunlight…
… fruits offer the most color these winter gardens are capable of at this darkest time of the year…
The garden's perimeters are not without adornment on this morning as well…
A new day has arrived in the gardens and the marvels of winter display themselves in every direction…
Sunlight warms the east gardens for a time before we are returned to the gray of winter…
The bright sun is short lived, but the garden is none the worse for it as the frost remains through the entire day…
Another day in the gardens has sped past as the dimming light brings silhouettes of the trees to the forefront, reminding us of the investment of so many years of our lives… now repaying us rewards we barely imagined when we were younger… Larry
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