My 98 year old stone Finnish farmhouse appears naked without the 17 Perennial Beds exuding a multitude of color upon it, but the gradual transmission of seasons, both emotionally and physically, provide a backdrop for appreciation of the 12 month procession. Each moment has the ability to evoke emotions appropriate for that particular presence. Those that have an inability to appreciate this progression are doomed to unhappiness, unless they live in a place like my oldest daughter, where the average temperature is 70F year round. I prefer this solitude and challenge found in the Northwoods.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus