Seasons

" To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."

                                                                                        Ecclesiastes 3:1

Immersed in snow, cold winter winds twisting bare branches, I am wondering about the purpose of winter for my slunbering rose.

From an artistic point of view, I find trees , shrubs and perennials very interesting in winter. Their true shapes are not obstructed by leaves. They lend themselves to great photography and paintings.

The purpose of winter is to create new life. Already visible now ,in tiny buds, is the life of a new rose.

And should there be any bad bugs hibernating beneath the thick blanket of snow , they might be hopefully eradicated.

The loveliest purpose is the DREAM of a new arbour in it's splendour, just like last year's,

with it's magnificent little roses.