Wednesday, December 3, 2008
It is assumed that when reference is made to living in Canada a picture of the Great White North comes to mind.
Let it be said that when the page of the calendar turns to December we are often at the mercy of Mother Nature. But alas, with a little ingenuity and a trip to the greenhouse, paradise is found.
At the place where I purchase the first buds of spring, flowers for the window boxes and mums for the Fall garden, winter yields its palette of beauty.
From the palest of pink to deep crimson en masse the poinsettias create a carpet befitting of royalty. Each delicate petal uniting to reflect the spirit of the season.
Row upon row of vibrant cyclamen, heads bowed yielding to the awestruck observer choosing to take one home.
There are silver-tipped ferns painted by fairies that flit about in the darkness sprinkling their magic sparkle (at least I imagine such). Or combination baskets that can be coaxed to spend the winter and released to the garden in the spring.
A visit to such a place can cure the grey day doldrums and soothe the soul.
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at Wednesday, December 03, 2008