The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 02, Dec 2016 | Page 9
Closer home , the lawns have lost their lustre and the gloss green laurel no longer quite so bold . Lazy air brings early morning mist , a fuel for lazy morning minds to mope . Days unfold in sluggish measure . What shadows through the shifting solstice try and quell these proud and quiet stalwarts - these evergreens , are these the colours autumn holds ?
Yet for those who know how nature takes yet gives in increments and closer to the heart are other splashes , braver colours vectored through this curled up cold .
Outdoors see hardy heathers stand immune upon the patio in terracotta pots . Such colours as you could not fault along the borders of our garden edge , firm bright berries call amongst the Pyracantha spikes - a hanging feast for careful birds . Beauty in the modest and the humble , the marbled crocus petals rise like many fingered hands - honey scented snowdrops pure as any giving light
Winter ' s palette brings and every eye shall choose a colour of its own . Colour ' s celebration at its best a preparation of influence , and for me , at Christmas time it is the reds for here is a colour nature has no fear of , be it on the Robins breast or any spray of crimson winter berries .
By tradition - upon a planter in a corner by the door the vivid and the glorious - Poinsettia Red shall bring a glow to any icy soup of winter ' s breath .
All these and more the autumn and the winter bring . This great garnish is not the work of man ' s hands and yet he requires no great abilities to feel his awe entwined by these journeys through the seasons doors . May you all have a happy and interesting New Year !