One of our simple traditions for the Holiday and the new year is to see what our garden can produce in the dead of winter. Obviously, living in Zone 8, in a fairly moderate climate, means that we usually can find a decent number of things blooming. Alas, this year, we are stuck in the heart of a deep freeze. Even so, there is life to be found.
Unbroken dreams of spring regard us in our hibernation,
roots of remembrance tug in the mind, buried in sleep.
Smell spring in the slightly thawed earth,
in the desiccated flowers that have no right to bloom.
Against the frozen remains of winter.
we scent something fresh.
Welcome to the return of hope.