Winter sunflowers

I love the bare bones of winter. The windswept solitary landscapes that speak of cold and golden moments of stillness.

It’s a mistake to think that winter is a dead season. It’s a season of well-deserved rest for nature,

And beneath those bones, there is furious activity after a long period of sleep. Seeds are popping, roots growing,

Flowers waiting patiently to be born.

Beneath the weight of ice and snow, there is a feeling of something more…

Something is waiting there.

It’s just that we can’t see the whole story.

Yet.

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