The simple things.

Winter has been showing her magnificent breath.
Leaving a blanket of innocence, a glimpse of what lie beneath.

A garden. Be it in winter or in summer,
is a beautiful thing.
Kissed by the snow,
she sings.
Winter leaves no house untouched from her sweep.
Every branch supports her endeavour.
The simplest things become..
Enchanting.
The everyday demands notice.
Occasionally applause.


Thank you Marilyn for the use of your camera.