What a good year for the snowdrops. They grow and endure, and return each year. The first flowers in our yard. They picture a kind word, a small poem, everyday blessings. A post in my Reader, a devotional book from a thrift store, and a small plant by the window. I do not know when they first grew and bloomed in the gardens, and we have been here a long time.
The light was especially beautiful yesterday. In the early morning, there were rays of light through layers of clouds.
For a moment later, the light on the cotoneaster branches looked like holiday lights.
In the afternoon, Karl and I went for a walk in the neighborhood. The light through trees, falling on a creek, November gardens . . . all so beautiful.
This morning, I discovered some vintage postcards by Ellen Clapsaddle at Reusable Art. This is one example: