I’ve often wondered how it is that some plants bloom in the winter.
When all the rest of the world is curling up for a long sleep.
When I find myself driving to and from work in total darkness.
When it’s just plain cold.
Daphnes and winter jasmine and witch hazels and snow drops and boxwoods and winterberries and camellias all conspire to bring life into winter’s gardens.
And so I simply conclude for now that some plants blossom in the summer and some in the winter, some are fragrant and others not, some leafy and others bare, some short and bushy others tall and lean.
In other words, it is what it is. And for that I am grateful.