“The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.”
– Vita Sackville-West
I cannot say this any better … in fact I am coming to believe that my days of weaving words magically are behind me … but I will still try … after all, January is a time to start, not a time to let go.
My photos, taken on January1st contain a promise that nature never gives up, so I won’t either.
We cannot all be beautiful .. but like the fungus or the nibbled primrose we all have our place. My words may be poor in comparison with Vita Sackville-West but they are mine, and just as my garden will never match the one she planned and enjoyed at Sissinghurst Castle, I love it as much I’m sure.
Like the eryngium I relish January with its tiny embodiment of hope and its refusal to be cowed by cold, wind or storm.