Winter seems barren and blab, but beauty in forms and shapes stand out.
I’ve always liked the bones of this bush. It’s tall, about 6 feet, and I still don’t know what it is. It doesn’t flower. Its best traits are hardiness and the dark colors of its leaves. Someday I hope to identify it.
Althea is one of the most reliable flowering bushes for our area. Clay and caliche don’t phase them. I love their hibiscus looking flowers with lavender colors.
This little tree likes alkaline soil and limestone, so it’s perfect of our land.
The tree is three years old, and these are the first seed pods. In spring pink flowers hang in small wisteria-like clusters.
Even though it isn’t native here, it is a Texas SuperStar plant because it does well in poor soil and doesn’t require lots of water. As a young tree, it can look misshapen, but becomes a wonderful tree with fall color. Amen to that.
As I was walking around taking pictures on a crisp, cold morning, this Northern Mockingbird was hunkered down in a large Rose of Sharon. His feathers were puffed up for warmth, so he seemed cozy and didn’t want to leave, which made this picture possible.
During winter, all the weeds and clutter around plants show up. To the right of the sun dial, a Purple Sage or Cenizo (Leucophyllum frutescens) is a voluntary plant. Several years ago, one was growing about ten feet from this spot, so maybe that’s its origin.
Lots to be cleaned up. Tires me out to think about it.
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men
who walked through the huts comforting others,
giving away their last piece of bread…
They offer sufficient proof that everything
can be taken from a man but one thing:
to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances,
to choose one’s own way.
– Viktor E. Frankl