Yesterday, Caro said it was a winter wonderland north of 7, and my mom left a message for me saying her backyard in Kitchener was under a blanket of snow. This morning, a light dusting in the garden brings the colours and textures to new dimensions. After all these years, I notice the geraniums are actually blushing an autumn pink.
A haiku in photo captions:
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Light frosting of snow |
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Dusted sedums, wooly thyme |
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Pink geraniums |
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