These photographs were taken in November, right before we traveled to Hawaii. The day was dressed in a bed of milk-white snow and every autumn leftover was buried below. It was the arrival of winter. Roads were no longer dry, trees no longer held the shape of leaves and smoke from lungs and chimney stacks suddenly became visible.
Winter is beautiful, but after four months of carrying firewood to its fireplace grave, you start to wonder if you'll ever see spring again. I try to remember what my backyard looked like when the garden was growing and how the wind chimes sounded when rainclouds were on the horizon. Now that February is over, spring is closer, soon the world will put sunshine back into the sky and plant life back into the ground.
Until then, it's warm tea and lavender bubble baths for me.