One periodically reads some determined, slightly desperate, screed about winter color in the garden. And there is winter color, a lovely muted palette of greys, ivory, browns, with a few dusky reds, greens, and blues. But, the thing is….
it comes right after things like this:
Mercifully, of course, we get used to the winter palette. It is only when one flips through the picture catalog and sees a photo from the spring, summer, or fall that the difference leaps out at one.
The barn from the old creamery parking lot on a lovely fall day.
Acair Fearann 