The Feeling of Winter

It's been a chilly winter to date.

Moan moan moan

As it's holidays I took a stroll in the front yard this morning...I'm going to transplant a rose and I'm trying to work out how to remember where the bulbs are that will need moving too.

During this musing I came to the magnolia tree. There is incredible beauty in the crinkled almost daintly gnarled branches of an old magnolia. And it's bud time - they haven't opened yet and are still camoflagued winters drab grey brown. But snuggled in that drabness are next months flowers. Up close you can distinguis them from their stems by their fur. They have this incredible velvety soft fur - it feels rich and cushiony though it's only millimetres thick.

It's easy to focus on the feel of winter as cold hands graspoing mine as they leave the santuary but it's not - the feel of winter is the cushioned flower buds of the magnolia.