I woke yesterday to a fine dusting of snow, and during the day more snow fell. Today it outlines the branches of the big oak tree by our boathouse and the old crabapple trees by the drive, emphasizing the contrast between rough bark and soft fluffy white.
The forecast calls for more snow to come, and as confirmation, the sky is grey. But once the snow stops and the barometer rises, the sky will be a clear, bright blue that cheers the spirits.
For those who live in warmer climes, the thought of snow and ice and temperatures that routinely drop to -30C must be daunting. But for those of us accustomed to winter, it is full of glories, just waiting to be seen. Some are ephemeral …
… others longer lasting.
At Glen Villa, my garden in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, sculptures and installations that I’ve created reflect the history of the land. These art works have a special appeal in winter. When the sun shines, the steel bands of Trees Rings cast shadows on the snow, mirroring the tree’s internal rings on the ground as they do in the air.
On frosty mornings, the barbed wire encircling these inverted branches acquires a beauty that denies its hurtful reality.
Webster’s Column, the sculpture I made to celebrate my husband’s 50-year career as a journalist, appears black and white in the distance, missing only the touch of red that would turn it into the newspaper riddle popular when I was a child.
Colours make a stronger statement in winter than they do in other seasons, when so many other colours compete. A yellow tree trunk advises caution, think about your choice.
A gleaming red apple warns you to resist temptation.
Even blacks and whites gain strength.
At Orin’s Sugarbush, silver leaves chime gently, announcing the holiday season.
And by the front door, a tree awaiting its silver star provides the seasonal touch of green. Iced, of course.
Here’s hoping that your holiday season is filled with colour and joy, and your garden with winter’s art.