Winter has arrived with good rain and strong winds. The garden looks washed and cleansed.
The winter storm blows everything clean and brings out the underlying form.
The edges are feathery.
But underneath the core becomes visible.
Under the twisting and turning lies the eternal movement of a spiral.
The seasons spiral through time; year after year.
Creating ever changing patterns
Patterns with various degrees of fluidity.
And what looks chaotic and undulating brings forth buds with a promise of the beauty to come.
Fruits are carrying the seeds for a new circle.
And some flowers are dancing a prophetic dance with the wind.
A lonely bee holds on tight for the storm to soften
.
Mushrooms are coming up. Now is their time to flourish.
In this spiral of life everything has it's own time.
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