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!