Faithful to my commitment to find beauty in the winter landscape, I have stopped along the way to somewhere to see what is hiding (in plain sight) above the protective mass of snow that covers the ground. I am sure the snow does hide something – new, growing things. I can feel the spring in the air when the sun shines. I can hear it in the song of a new bird outside; I am convinced it is a spring messenger. The only thing I cannot do, is see it. But in the absence of spring, I found last year’s flowers that may well speak for themselves as to subtle color and unobtrusive attractiveness. Some people even prefer subdued colors in all shades of brown.
Sonia en Route 